Alber.  Indeed his better part had not his source From thy corrupted vice-affecting hart, For vertue is the marke he aimeth at.

Duke.  I dare be sworne that Sostrata would blush, Shouldst thou deny Alenso for thy sonne.

Alen.  Nay, did she live, she would not challenge me To be the father of that haplesse sonne.

Turq.  Nay, then anon you will denie your selfe To be your selfe, unjust Fallerio.

Alen.  I do confesse my selfe to be my selfe, But will not answere to Fallerio.

Duke.  Not to Fallerio? this is excellent!  You are the man was cal’d Fallerio.

Alen.  He never breathed yet that cal’d me so, Except he were deceiv’d as you are now.

Duke.  This impudence shall not excuse your fault;
You are well knowne to be Fallerio,
The wicked husband of dead Sostrata
And father to the vertuous Alenso;
And even as sure as all these certeinties,
Thou didst contrive thy little Nephewes death.

Alen.  True, for I am nor false Fallerio,
Husband, nor father, as you do suggest,
And therefore did not hire the murtherers;
Which to be true acknowledge with your eyes.
                       [Puls off his disguise.

Duke.  How now, my Lords! this is a myracle, To shake off thirtie yeares so sodeinlie And turne from feeble age to flourishing youth!

Alb.  But he my Lord that wrought this miracle, Is not of power to free himselfe from death, Through the performance of this suddaine change.

Duke.  No, were he the chiefest hope of Christendome, He should not live for this presumption:  Use no excuse, Alenso, for thy life; My doome of death shall be irrevocable.

Alen.  Ill fare his soule that would extenuate The rigor of your life-confounding doome!  I am prepar’d with all my hart to die, For thats th’ end of humaine miserie.

Duke.  Then thus:  you shall be hang’d immediately, For your illusion of the Magistrates With borrowed shapes of false antiquitie.

Alen.  Thrice-happy sentence, which I do imbrace
With a more fervent and unfained zeale
Then an ambicious rule-desiring man
Would do a Iem-bedecked Diadem,
Which brings more watchfull cares and discontent
Then pompe or honor can remunerate. 
When I am dead, let it be said of me,
Alenso died to set his father free.

Fal.  That were a freedome worse than servitude
To cruell Turke or damned Infidell. 
Most righteous Judge, I do appeale for Iustice,
Justice on him that hath deserved death,
Not on Alenso; he is innocent.

Alen.  But I am guiltie of abetting him,
Contrarie to his Maiestie’s Edict,
And therefore death is meritorious.

Fall.  I am the wretch that did subborne the slaves, To murther poore Pertillo in the wood.  Spare, spare Alenso! he is innocent.