Weepe, weepe poor soules, & enterchange your woes; Now, _Merry_, change thy name and countenance; Smile not, thou wretched creature, least in scorne Thou smile to thinke on thy extremities. Thy woes were countlesse for thy wicked deedes, Thy sisters death neede not increase the coumpt, For thou couldst never number them before.-- Gentles, helpe out with this suppose, I pray, And thinke it truth, for Truth dooth tell the tale. _Merry_, by lawe convict as principall, Receives his doome, to hang till he be dead, And afterwards for to be hangd in chaines. _Williams_ and _Rachell_ likewise are convict For their concealment; _Williams_ craves his booke[42] And so receaves a brond[43] of infamie; But wretched _Rachels_ sexe denies that grace, And therefore dooth receive a doome of death To dye with him whose sinnes she did conceale. Your eyes shall witnesse of their shaded tipes, Which many heere did see perform'd indeed. As for _Fallerio_, not his homelie weedes, His beardlesse face, nor counterfetted speech, Can shield him from deserved punishment; But what he thinkes shall rid him from suspect, Shall drench him in more waves of wretchednesse, Pulling his sonne into relentlesse iawes, Of hungrie death, on tree of infamie. Heere comes the Duke that doomes them both to die; Next _Merries_ death shall end this Tragedie. [_Exit_. [ACT THE FIFTH.] [SCENE I.] _Enter Duke, Vesuvio, Turq., Alberto: and Fallerio disguised_. _Duke_. Where is that _Syren_, that incarnate fiend, Monster of Nature, spectacle of shame, Blot and confusion of his familie, False-seeming semblance of true-dealing trust, I meane _Fallerio_, bloody murtherer: Hath he confest his cursed treacherie, Or will he stand to proove his innocence? _Vesu_. We have attach'de _Fallerio_, gracious lord, And did accuse him with _Pertillos_ death; But he remote will not confesse himselfe Neither the meanes nor author of the same. His mightie vowes and protestations Do almost seeme to pleade integritie, But that we all do know the contrarie. _Fall_.--I know your error stricks your knowledge blinde; His seeming me, doth so delude your minde. [_(To the) People_. _Duke_. Then bring him forth, to answer for himselfe, Since he stands stoutly to denie the deed: [_Alberto and other fetch Alenso_. His sonne can witnesse that the dying man Accusde _Fallerio_ for his treacherie.-- Stand forth thou close disguised hipocrite, And speake directlie to these articles: First, didst thou hire two bloodie murtherers To massacre _Pertillo_ in a wood? _Alen_. I never did suborne such murtherers, But ever lov'd _Pertillo_ as my life. _Duke_. Thy sonne can witnesse to the contrarie. _Alen_. I have no sonne to testifie so much. _Fal_.--No, for his gravitie is counterfeit, Pluck off his beard, and you will sweare it so. _Vesu_. Have you no sonne? doth not _Alenso_ live? _Alen_. _Alenso_ lives, but is no sonne of mine.