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.
Duke. This impudence shall not excuse your fault;
You are well knowne to be Fallerio,
The wicked husband of dead Sostrata
And father to the vertuous Alenso;
And even as sure as all these certeinties,
Thou didst contrive thy little Nephewes death.
Alen. True, for I am nor false Fallerio, Husband, nor father, as you do suggest, And therefore did not hire the murtherers; Which to be true acknowledge with your eyes. [Puls off his disguise.
Duke. How now, my Lords! this is a myracle, To shake off thirtie yeares so sodeinlie And turne from feeble age to flourishing youth!
Alb. But he my Lord that wrought this miracle, Is not of power to free himselfe from death, Through the performance of this suddaine change.
Duke. No, were he the chiefest hope of Christendome,
He should not live for this presumption:
Use no excuse, Alenso, for thy life;
My doome of death shall be irrevocable.