[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.