I confess, (Though the acknowledgment must wound mine honour,) That all the Court hath heard touching this Cause, (Or with me, or against me) is most true: The later part my Brother urg'd, excepted: For what I now doe, is not out of Spleen (As he pretends) but from remorse of conscience And to repair the wrong that I have done To this poor woman: And I beseech your Lordship To think I have not so far lost my reason, To bring into my familie, to succeed me, The stranger--Issue of anothers Bed, By proof, this is my Son, I challenge him, Accept him, and acknowledge him, and desire By a definitive Sentence of the Court, He may be so recorded, and full power To me, to take him home. _Jac_. A second rape To the poor remnant of content that's left me, If this be granted: and all my former wrongs Were but beginnings to my miseries, But this the height of all: rather than part With my _Ascanio_, I'le deny my oath, Profess my self a Strumpet, and endure What punishment soe're the Court decrees Against a wretch that hath forsworn her self, Or plai'd the impudent whore. _Assist_. This tastes of passion, And that must not divert the course of Justice; _Don Henrique_, take your Son, with this condition You give him maintenance, as becomes his birth, And 'twill stand with your honour to doe something For this wronged woman: I will compel nothing, But leave it to your will. Break up the Court: It is in vain to move me; my doom's pass'd, And cannot be revok'd.-- [_Exit_. _Hen_. There's your reward. _Bar_. More causes, and such Fees. Now to my Wife, I have too long been absent: Health to your Lordship. [_Exit_. _Asc_. You all look strangely, and I fear believe This unexpected fortune makes me proud, Indeed it do's not: I shall ever pay you The duty of a son, and honour you Next to my Father: good my Lord, for yet I dare not call you, uncle, be not sad, I never shall forget those noble favours You did me being a stranger, and if ever I live to be the master of a fortune, You shall command it. _Jam_. Since it was determin'd I should be cozen'd, I am glad the profit Shall fall on thee, I am too tough to melt, But something I will do. _Hen_. 'Pray you take leave Of your steward (gentle Brother) the good husband That takes up all for you. _Jam_. Very well, mock on, It is your turn: I may have mine-- [_Exit_. _Oct_. But do not Forget us, dear _Ascanio_. _Asc_. Do not fear it, I every day will see you: every hour Remember you in my prayers.