Send for Malos, and ask him.
F.Send for Malos, aye! Malos you wish to see; I thought so.

I knew you could not keep his name concealed.

Amelia, sweet Amelia, take heed, take heed of perjury; you are on the stage of death, to suffer for YOUR SINS.
A.What, not to die I hope, my Farcillo, my ever beloved.
F.Yes, madam, to die a traitor's death.

Shortly your spirit shall take its exit; therefore confess freely thy sins, for to deny tends only to make me groan under the bitter cup thou hast made for me.

Thou art to die with the name of traitor on thy brow! A.Then, O Lord, have mercy upon me; give me courage, give me grace and fortitude to stand this hour of trial.
F.Amen, I say, with all my heart.
A.And, oh, Farcillo, will you have mercy, too?
I never intentionally offended you in all my life, never LOVED Malos, never gave him cause to think so, as the high court of Justice will acquit me before its tribunal.
F.Oh, false, perjured woman, thou didst chill my blood, and makest me a demon like thyself.