.
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.

_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.

_D