[Exit Camillo.]

GIACOMO: But you, Orsino, Have the petition: wherefore not present it?

ORSINO: I have presented it, and backed it with My earnest prayers, and urgent interest; It was returned unanswered. I doubt not But that the strange and execrable deeds Alleged in it—in truth they might well baffle Any belief—have turned the Pope’s displeasure Upon the accusers from the criminal: So I should guess from what Camillo said.

GIACOMO: My friend, that palace-walking devil Gold Has whispered silence to his Holiness: And we are left, as scorpions ringed with fire. What should we do but strike ourselves to death? For he who is our murderous persecutor Is shielded by a father’s holy name, Or I would—