Duke. Assure your selves, you both shall suffer death: But for Fallerio, he shall hang in chaines After he's dead, for he was principall.
Fall. Unsaverie Woormewood, Hemlock, bitter gall,
Brings no such bad, unrelisht, sower taste,
Unto the tongue as this death-boding voice,
Brings to the eares of poore Fallerio,
Not for myselfe but for Allensoes sake,
Whome I have murthered by my trechery.
Ah my dread Lord, if any little sparke
Of melting pittie doth remaine alive,
And not extinguisht by my impious deedes,
Oh kindle it unto a happie flame,
To light Allenso from this miserie
Which through dim death he's like to fall into.
Allen. That were to overthrow my soule and all.
Should you reverse this sentence of my death,
My selfe would play the death-man on my selfe
And overtake your swift and winged soule,
Ere churlish Caron had transported you
Unto the fields of sad Proserpina.
Duke. Cease, cease, Fallerio, in thy bootlesse prayers. I am resolv'd, I am inexorable. Vesuvio, see their judgement be performde, And use Alenso with all clemencie, Provided that the lawe be satisfied.
[Exit Duke and Alberto.
Vesu. It shall be done with all respectivenesse; Have you no doubt of that, my gratious Lord.
Fall. Here is a mercie mixt with equitie, To show him favour but cut off his head.
Alen. My reverend father pacifie yourselfe;
I can, and will, indure the stroake of death,
Were his appearance nere so horrible,
To meete Pertillo in another world.
Fal. Thou shouldst have tarried untill natures course
Had been extinct, that thou oregrowne with age,
Mightst die the death of thy progenitors;
Twas not thy meanes he died so soddenly,
But mine, that causing his, have murthered thee.
Alen. But yet I slew my mother, did I not?