_Enter Fryer_ Marco, _and_ Rugio. _Rug._ Have you writ to the Captain of the Castle? _Mar._ Yes, and charged him Upon his souls health, that he be not cruel, Told him _Valerio_'s worth among the people, And how it must be punisht in posterity, Though he scape now. _Rug._ But will not he, Fryer _Marco_, betray this to the King? _Mar._ Though he be stubborn, and of a rugged nature, yet he is honest, And honours much _Valerio_. _Rug._ How does _Alphonso_? For now me thinks my heart is light again, And pale fear fled. _Mar._ He is as well as I am; The Rogue against his will has sav'd his life, A desperate poison has re-cur'd the Prince. _Rug._ To me 'tis most miraculous. _Mar._ To me too, till I consider why it should do so, And now I have found it a most excellent Physick, It wrought upon the dull cold misty parts, That clog'd his soul, which was another poison, A desperate too, and found such matter there, And such abundance also to resist it, And wear away the dangerous heat it brought with it, The pure blood and the spirits scap'd untainted. _Rug._ 'Twas Heavens high hand, none of _Sorano_'s pity. _Mar._ Most certain 'twas, had the malitious villain _Enter_ Castruchio. Given him a cooling poison, he had paid him. _Rug._ The Captain of the Castle. _Mar._ O ye are welcome, how does your Prisoner? _Cast._ He must go for dead; But when I do a deed of so much villany, I'le have my skin pull'd o're mine ears, my Lord, _Enter_ Alphonso _and Fryers._ Though I am the Kings, I am none of his abuses; How does your Royal charge? that I might see once. _Mar._ I pray see now, you are a trusty Gentleman. _Alph._ Good Fathers, I thank Heaven, I feel no sickness. _Cast._ He speaks again. _Alph._ Nothing that bars the free use of my spirit, Me thinks the air's sweet to me, and company A thing I covet now, _Castruchio_. _Cast._ Sir, he speaks, and knows, for Heaven sake break my pate Lord, That I may be sure I sleep not. _Alph._ Thou wert honest, Ever among the rank of good men counted, I have been absent long out of the world, A dream I have lived, how does it look _Castruchio_? What wonders are abroad? _Cast._ I fling off duty to your dead Brother, for he is dead in goodness, And to the living hope of brave _Alphonso_, The noble heir of nature, and of honour, I fasten my Allegeance.