_Fal_. Depart, and leave thee clad in horrors cloake, And suffer death for true affection! Although my soule be guiltie of more sinne, Then ever sinfull soule were guiltie of, Yet fiends of hell would never suffer this. I am thy father, though unworthy so: Oh, still I see these weeds do feare your eyes. I am _Fallerio_, make no doubt of me, [_Put off_. Though thus disguisde, in habite, countenance, Only to scape the terror of the lawe. _Alen_. And I _Alenso_ that did succour him Gainst your commaundement, mightie Soveraigne. Ponder your oath, your vowe, as God did live, I should not live, if I did rescue him. I did, God lives, and will revenge it home, If you defer my condigne punishment. _Duke_. Assure your selves, you both shall suffer death: But for _Fallerio_, he shall hang in chaines After he's dead, for he was principall. _Fall_. Unsaverie Woormewood, Hemlock, bitter gall, Brings no such bad, unrelisht, sower taste, Unto the tongue as this death-boding voice, Brings to the eares of poore _Fallerio_, Not for myselfe but for _Allensoes_ sake, Whome I have murthered by my trechery. Ah my dread Lord, if any little sparke Of melting pittie doth remaine alive, And not extinguisht by my impious deedes, Oh kindle it unto a happie flame, To light _Allenso_ from this miserie Which through dim death he's like to fall into. _Allen_. That were to overthrow my soule and all. Should you reverse this sentence of my death, My selfe would play the death-man on my selfe And overtake your swift and winged soule, Ere churlish _Caron_ had transported you Unto the fields of sad _Proserpina_. _Duke_. Cease, cease, _Fallerio_, in thy bootlesse prayers. I am resolv'd, I am inexorable. _Vesuvio_, see their judgement be performde, And use _Alenso_ with all clemencie, Provided that the lawe be satisfied. [_Exit Duke and Alberto_. _Vesu_. It shall be done with all respectivenesse; Have you no doubt of that, my gratious Lord. _Fall_. Here is a mercie mixt with equitie, To show him favour but cut off his head. _Alen_. My reverend father pacifie yourselfe; I can, and will, indure the stroake of death, Were his appearance nere so horrible, To meete _Pertillo_ in another world. _Fal_. Thou shouldst have tarried untill natures course Had been extinct, that thou oregrowne with age, Mightst die the death of thy progenitors; Twas not thy meanes he died so soddenly, But mine, that causing his, have murthered thee. _Alen_. But yet I slew my mother, did I not? _Fal_. I, with reporting of my villanie. The very audit of my wickednesse, Had force enough to give a sodaine death. Ah sister, sister, now I call to minde, Thy dying wordes now prov'd a prophesie, If you deale ill with this distressed childe, God will no doubt revenge the innocent. I have delt ill, and God hath tane revenge. _Allen_. Now let us leave remembrance of past deedes, And thinke on that which more concerneth us.