Fred. I do confess it.
Alph. Sorano you shall—
Sor. How he studies for it!
Hanging's the least part of my penance certain.
[Evanthe Kneels.
Alph. What Lady's that that kneels?
Cast. The chaste Evanthe.
Alph. Sweet, your Petition?
Evan. 'Tis for this bad man, Sir,
Abominable bad, but yet my Brother.
Alph. The bad man shall attend as bad a Master,
And both shall be confin'd within the Monastery;
His rank flesh shall be pull'd with daily fasting,
But once a week he shall s[m]ell meat, he will surfeit else,
And his immodest mind, compell'd to prayer;
On the bare boards he shall lye, to remember
The wantonness he did commit in beds;
And drink fair water, that will ne'r inflame him;
He sav'd my life, though he purpos'd to destroy me,
For which I'le save his, though I make it miserable:
Madam, at Court I shall desire your company,
You are wise and vertuous, when you please to visit
My Brother Frederick, you shall have our Licence,
My dear best friend, Valerio.
Val. Save Alphonso.