Love
Triumphant
;
OR
,
NATURE
will
PREVAIL
.
Love
Triumphant
;
OR
,
NATURE
will
PREVAIL
.
A
Tragi
-
Comedy
.
As
it
is
Acted
at
the
Theatre
Royal
,
By
Their
MAJESTIES
SERVANTS
.
Quod
optanti
Divum
promittere
nemo
Auderet
,
volvenda
dies
,
en
,
attulit
ultrò
.
Virg.
Written
by
Mr.
DRYDEN
.
LONDON
,
Printed
for
Jacob
Tonson
,
at
the
Judges
Head
near
the
Inner-Temple-Gate
in
Fleet-street
.
1694.
To
the
Right
Honourable
JAMES
Earl
of
Salisbury
,
&c.
My
Lord
,
THIS
Poem
being
the
last
which
I
intend
for
the
Theatre
,
ought
to
have
the
same
Provision
made
for
it
,
which
Old
Men
make
for
their
youngest
Child
,
which
is
commonly
a
Favourite
:
They
who
were
born
before
it
carry
away
the
Patrimony
by
Right
of
Eldership
.
This
is
to
make
its
Fortune
in
the
World
;
and
since
I
can
do
little
for
it
,
Natural
Affection
calls
upon
me
to
put
it
out
,
at
least
,
into
the
best
service
which
I
can
procure
for
it
.
And
as
it
is
the
usual
practice
of
our
decay'd
Gentry
,
to
look
about
them
for
some
Illustrious
Family
,
and
there
endeavour
to
fix
their
young
Darling
,
where
he
may
be
both
well
Educated
,
and
Supported
:
I
have
herein
also
follow'd
the
Custom
of
the
World
,
and
am
satisfi'd
in
my
Judgment
,
that
I
cou'd
not
have
made
a
more
Worthy
Choice
.
'T
is
true
,
I
am
not
vain
enough
to
think
that
any
thing
of
mine
can
in
any
measure
be
worthy
of
Your
Lordship's
Patronage
:
and
yet
I
shou'd
be
asham'd
to
leave
the
Stage
,
without
some
acknowledgement
of
your
former
Favours
,
which
I
have
more
than
once
experienc'd
.
Besides
the
Honour
of
my
Wife's
Relation
to
Your
Noble
House
,
to
which
my
Sons
may
plead
some
Title
,
though
I
cannot
;
You
have
been
pleas'd
to
take
a
particular
notice
of
me
,
even
in
this
lowness
of
my
Fortunes
,
to
which
I
have
voluntarily
reduc'd
my self
:
and
of
which
I
have
no
reason
to
be
asham'd
.
This
Condescension
,
my
Lord
,
is
not
only
becoming
of
Your
Ancient
Family
,
but
of
Your
Personal
Character
in
the
World.
And
if
I
value
my self
the
more
for
your
Indulgence
to
me
,
and
your
Opinion
of
me
;
't
is
because
any
thing
which
you
like
,
ought
to
be
consider'd
as
something
in
it self
.
And
therefore
I
must
not
undervalue
my
present
Labours
,
because
I
have
presum'd
to
make
you
my
Patron
.
A
Man
may
be
just
to
himself
,
tho
he
ought
not
to
be
partial
.
And
I
dare
affirm
,
that
the
several
Manners
which
I
have
given
to
the
Persons
of
this
Drama
,
are
truly
drawn
from
Nature
;
all
perfectly
distinguish'd
from
each
other
.
That
the
Fable
is
not
injudiciously
contriv'd
;
that
the
turns
of
Fortune
are
not
manag'd
unartfully
;
and
that
the
last
Revolution
is
happily
enough
invented
.
Aristotle
,
I
acknowledge
,
has
declar'd
,
that
the
Catastrophe
which
is
made
from
the
change
of
Will
is
not
of
the
first
Order
for
Beauty
:
but
it
may
reasonably
be
alledg'd
,
in
defence
of
this
Play
,
as
well
as
of
the
Cinna
(
which
I
take
to
be
the
very
best
of
Corneille's
)
that
the
Philosopher
who
made
the
Rule
,
copy'd
all
the
Laws
,
which
he
gave
for
the
Theatre
,
from
the
Authorities
and
Examples
of
the
Greek
Poets
,
which
he
had
read
:
And
from
their
Poverty
of
Invention
he
cou'd
get
nothing
but
mean
Conclusions
of
wretched
Tales
:
where
the
mind
of
the
chief
Actor
was
for
the
most
part
chang'd
without
Art
or
Preparation
;
only
because
the
Poet
could
not
otherwise
end
his
Play.
Had
it
been
possible
for
Aristotle
to
have
seen
the
Cinna
,
I
am
confident
he
would
have
alter'd
his
Opinion
;
and
concluded
,
that
a
simple
change
of
Will
might
be
manag'd
with
so
much
Judgment
,
as
to
render
it
the
most
agreeable
,
as
well
as
the
most
surprising
part
of
the
whole
Fable
:
Let
D'acier
,
and
all
the
rest
of
the
Modern
Criticks
,
who
are
too
much
Bigotted
to
the
Ancients
,
contend
never
so
much
to
the
contrary
.
I
was
afraid
that
I
had
been
the
Inventor
of
a
new
sort
of
designing
,
when
in
my
Third
Act
,
I
make
a
discovery
of
my
Alphonso's
true
Parentage
.
If
it
were
so
,
what
wonder
had
it
been
,
that
Dramatick
Poetry
,
tho
a
limited
Art
,
yet
might
be
capable
of
receiving
some
Innovations
for
the
better
.
But
afterwards
I
casually
found
,
that
Menander
and
Terence
,
in
the
Heautontimoroumenos
,
had
been
before
me
;
and
made
the
same
kind
of
discovery
in
the
same
Act.
As
for
the
Mechanick
Vnities
,
that
of
Time
is
much
within
the
compass
of
an
Astrological
Day
,
which
begins
at
Twelve
,
and
ends
at
the
same
hour
the
Day
following
.
That
of
Place
is
not
observ'd
so
justly
by
me
,
as
by
the
Ancients
;
for
their
Scene
was
always
one
,
and
almost
constantly
some
Publick
Place
.
Some
of
the
late
French
Poets
,
and
amongst
the
English
,
my
most
Ingenious
Friend
,
Mr.
Congreve
,
have
observ'd
this
Rule
strictly
;
though
the
Place
was
not
altogether
so
publick
as
a
Street
.
I
have
follow'd
the
Example
of
Corneille
,
and
stretch'd
the
Latitude
to
a
Street
and
Palace
,
not
far
distant
from
each
other
in
the
same
City
.
They
who
will
not
allow
this
Liberty
to
a
Poet
,
make
it
a
very
ridiculous
thing
,
for
an
Audience
to
suppose
themselves
,
sometimes
to
be
in
a
Field
,
sometimes
in
a
Garden
,
and
at
other
times
in
a
Chamber
.
There
are
not
indeed
so
many
Absurdities
in
their
Supposition
,
as
in
ours
;
but
't
is
an
Original
Absurdity
,
for
the
Audience
to
suppose
themselves
to
be
in
any
other
place
,
than
in
the
very
Theatre
,
in
which
they
sit
;
which
is
neither
Chamber
,
nor
Garden
,
nor
yet
a
Publick
Place
of
any
Business
,
but
that
of
the
Representation
.
For
my
Action
,
't
is
evidently
double
;
and
in
that
I
have
most
of
the
Ancients
for
my
Examples
.
Yet
I
dare
not
defend
th●●
way
by
Reason
,
much
less
by
their
Authority
:
for
their
Actions
,
though
double
,
were
of
the
same
Species
;
that
is
to
say
,
in
their
Comedies
two
Amours
:
And
their
Persons
were
better
link'd
in
Interests
than
mine
.
Yet
even
this
is
a
fault
which
I
shou'd
often
practise
,
if
I
were
to
write
again
;
because
't
is
agreeable
to
the
English
Genius
.
We
love
variety
more
than
any
other
Nation
;
and
so
long
as
the
Audience
will
not
be
pleas'd
without
it
,
the
Poet
is
oblig'd
to
humour
them
.
On
condition
they
were
cur'd
of
this
publick
Vice
,
I
cou'd
be
content
to
change
my
Method
,
and
gladly
give
them
a
more
reasonable
Pleasure
.
This
Digression
,
my
Lord
,
is
not
altogether
to
the
purpose
of
an
Epistle
Dedicatory
:
Yet
't
is
expected
that
somewhat
shou'd
be
said
even
here
,
in
relation
to
Criticisme
;
at
least
in
Vindication
of
my
Address
,
that
you
may
not
be
desir'd
to
Partronize
a
Poem
which
is
wholly
unworthy
of
your
Protection
.
Tho
,
after
all
,
I
doubt
not
but
some
will
liken
me
to
the
Lover
in
a
Modern
Comedy
,
who
was
combing
his
Peruke
,
and
setting
his
Cravat
before
his
Mistress
;
and
being
ask'd
by
her
,
when
he
intended
to
begin
his
Court
?
reply'd
,
he
had
been
doing
it
all
this
while
.
Yet
thus
it
happens
,
my
Lord
,
that
Self
will
come
into
all
Addresses
of
this
Nature
,
tho
't
is
the
most
unmannerly
word
of
the
World
in
civil
Conversation
,
and
the
most
ungrateful
to
all
Hearers
.
For
which
reason
,
I
,
who
have
nothing
to
boast
of
,
but
my
Misfortunes
,
ought
to
be
the
first
to
banish
it
.
Especially
since
I
have
so
large
a
Field
before
me
,
as
Your
Inborn
Goodness
,
Your
Evenness
of
Temper
,
Your
Humility
in
so
ample
a
share
of
Fortune
as
you
possess
;
Your
Humanity
to
all
Men
,
and
Your
Kindness
to
your
Friends
:
Besides
Your
Natural
and
Acquir'd
Endowments
,
and
Your
Brotherly
Love
to
Your
Relations
.
Notus
in
Fratres
animo
Paterno
,
was
the
great
Commendation
which
Horace
gave
to
one
of
his
Patrons
:
And
't
is
that
Praise
which
particularly
Crowns
your
other
Vertues
.
But
here
,
my
Lord
,
I
am
oblig'd
in
common
Prudence
to
stop
short
;
and
to
cast
under
a
Veil
some
other
of
your
Praises
,
as
the
Chymists
use
to
shadow
the
Secret
of
their
great
Elixir
;
lest
if
it
were
made
publick
,
the
World
shou'd
make
a
bad
use
of
it
.
To
enjoy
our
own
Quiet
,
without
disturbing
that
of
others
,
is
the
practice
of
every
Moral
Man
:
And
for
the
rest
,
to
live
chearfully
and
splendidly
,
as
it
is
becoming
of
Your
Illustrious
Birth
,
so
't
is
likewise
to
thank
God
for
his
Benefits
in
the
best
manner
.
'T
is
unnecessary
to
wish
you
more
Worldly
Happiness
,
or
Content
of
Mind
,
than
you
enjoy
:
But
the
continuance
of
both
,
to
Your Self
,
and
Your
Posterity
,
is
earnestly
desir'd
by
all
who
have
the
Honour
to
be
known
to
You
,
and
more
particularly
by
,
MY
LORD
,
Your
Lordship
's
most
Obedient
and
most
Humbly
Devoted
Servant
,
JOHN
DRYDEN
.
PROLOGUE
.
Spoken
by
Mr.
Betterton
.
AS
when
some
Treasurer
lays
down
the
Stick
;
Warrants
are
Sign'd
for
ready
Mony
thick
:
And
many
desperate
Debentures
paid
;
Which
never
had
been
,
had
his
Lordship
staid
:
So
now
,
this
Poet
,
who
forsakes
the
Stage
,
Intends
to
gratifie
the
present
Age.
One
Warrant
shall
be
Sign'd
for
every
Man
;
All
shall
be
Wits
that
will
;
and
Beaux
that
can
:
Provided
still
,
this
Warrant
be
not
shown
,
And
you
be
Wits
,
but
to
your selves
alone
.
Provided
too
;
you
rail
at
one
another
:
For
there
's
no
one
Wit
,
will
allow
a
Brother
.
Provided
also
;
that
you
spare
this
Story
,
Damn
all
the
Plays
that
e're
shall
come
before
ye
.
If
one
by
chance
prove
good
in
half
a
score
,
Let
that
one
pay
for
all
;
and
Damn
it
more
.
For
if
a
good
one
scape
among
the
Crew
,
And
you
continue
Judging
as
you
do
;
Every
bad
Play
will
hope
for
Damning
too
.
You
might
Damn
this
,
if
it
were
worth
your
pains
,
Here
's
nothing
you
will
like
;
no
fustian
Scenes
,
And
nothing
too
of
—
you
know
what
he
means
.
No
double
Entendrès
,
which
you
Sparks
allow
;
To
make
the
Ladies
look
they
know
not
how
;
Simply
as
't
were
;
and
knowing
both
together
,
Seeming
to
fan
their
Faces
in
cold
Weather
.
But
here
's
a
Story
which
no
Books
relate
;
Coin'd
from
our
own
Old
Poet's
Addle-pate
.
The
Fable
has
a
Moral
too
,
if
sought
:
But
let
that
go
;
for
upon
second
Thought
,
He
fears
but
few
come
hither
to
be
Taught
.
Yet
if
you
will
be
profited
,
you
may
;
And
he
would
Bribe
you
too
,
to
like
his
Play.
He
Dies
,
at
least
to
us
,
and
to
the
Stage
,
And
what
he
has
,
he
leaves
this
Noble
Age.
He
leaves
you
first
,
all
Plays
of
his
Inditing
,
The
whole
Estate
,
which
he
has
got
by
Writing
.
The
Beaux
may
think
this
nothing
but
vain
Praise
,
They
'l
find
it
something
;
the
Testator
says
:
Tor
half
their
Love
,
is
made
from
scraps
of
Plays
.
To
his
worst
Foes
,
he
leaves
his
Honesty
;
That
they
may
thrive
upon
't
as
much
as
he
.
He
leaves
his
Manners
to
the
Roaring
Boys
,
Who
come
in
Drunk
,
and
fill
the
House
with
noise
.
He
leaves
to
the
dire
Critiques
of
his
Wit
,
His
Silence
and
Contempt
of
all
they
Writ
.
To
Shakespear's
Critique
,
he
bequeaths
the
Curse
,
To
find
his
faults
;
and
yet
himself
make
worse
.
A
precious
Reader
in
Poetique
Schools
,
Who
by
his
own
Examples
damns
his
Rules
.
Last
for
the
Fair
,
he
wishes
you
may
be
,
From
your
dull
Critiques
,
the
Lampooners
free
.
Tho'
he
pretends
no
Legacy
to
leave
you
,
An
Old
Man
may
at
least
good
wishes
give
you
.
Your
Beauty
names
the
Play
;
and
may
it
prove
,
To
each
,
an
Omen
of
Triumphant
Love.
DRAMATIS
PERSONAE
.
VEramond
,
King
of
Arrragon
,
-
Represented
by
Mr.
Kynnaston
.
Alphonso
,
his
suppos'd
Son
,
-
Mr.
Betterton
.
Garcia
,
King
of
Navarre
,
-
Mr.
Williams
.
Ramirez
,
King
of
Castile
,
-
Mr.
Alexander
.
Sancho
,
Carlos
,
Two
Colonels
,
-
Mr.
Dogget
.
Mr.
Powell
.
Lopez
,
An
old
Courtier
,
-
Mr.
Vnderhill
.
WOMEN
.
Ximena
,
Queen
of
Arragon
,
-
BY
Mrs.
Betterton
.
Victoria
,
Eldest
Daughter
to
the
King
and
Queen
,
-
Mrs.
Barry
.
Celidea
,
Her
Sister
,
-
Mrs.
Bracegirdle
.
Dalinda
,
Daughter
to
Lopez
,
-
Mrs.
Montfort
.
A
Nurse
,
with
two
Children
,
-
Mrs.
Kent
.
SCENE
SARRAGOSSA
in
Spain
.
Love
Triumphant
;
OR
,
NATURE
will
PREVAIL
.
A
Tragi
-
Comedy
.
ACT
I.
SCENE
I.
At
the
Drawing
up
of
the
Curtain
,
Veramond
King
of
Aragon
appears
:
Ximena
the
Queen
by
him
:
Victoria
their
eldest
Daughter
on
the
Right
Hand
;
and
Celidea
their
younger
Daughter
on
the
left
:
Courtiers
stand
attending
in
File
on
each
side
of
the
Stage
.
The
Men
on
one
hand
,
the
Ladies
on
the
other
.
Amongst
the
Men
,
Don
Lopez
,
amongst
the
Women
,
Dalinda
his
Daughter
.
The
Scene
is
suppos'd
a
Presence-Chamber
.
Vera.
NOW
the
long
Wars
betwixt
Castile
and
Arragon
Are
ended
in
the
ruin
of
our
Foes
.
And
fierce
Ramirez
,
the
Castilian
King
,
Who
tugg'd
for
Empire
,
with
our
WarlikeSon
,
In
single
Combat
taken
,
adds
his
Lawrels
To
the
young
Victor's
Brow
:
Our
tender
Maids
And
trembling
Children
,
shall
with
Scorn
behold
The
haughty
Captive
,
who
had
made
his
Vaunts
To
lay
their
Dwellings
level
;
and
with
Salt
To
sow
the
place
,
where
Sarragossa
stood
.
Xime
.
Processions
,
Prayers
,
and
Publick
Thanks
to
Heav'n
,
Were
fit
to
be
decreed
.
Vera.
Your
Sex
is
ever
formost
in
Devotion
.
But
for
our
brave
Confederate
,
young
Navarre
,
He
shall
receive
the
Prize
reserv'd
within
My
Breast
;
and
such
a
one
,
His
Youth
and
Valour
have
right-well
deserv'd
.
Xime
.
I
hear
he
comes
along
with
our
Alphonso
,
And
next
our
Son
,
did
best
.
Vera.
Perhaps
as
well
:
Alphonso's
Action
was
indeed
more
Glorious
,
To
buckle
with
a
King
in
single
Fight
,
And
take
him
Prisoner
;
but
his
fiery
temper
Still
hurries
him
to
daring
rash
Attempts
.
Xime
.
Alphonso
is
Impetuous
,
but
he
's
Noble
;
He
will
not
take
one
Atome
from
Navarre
Of
what
's
his
Right
,
nor
needs
he
.
Vera.
If
he
shou'd
—
Xime
.
You
take
too
bad
Impressions
of
your
Son.
Vera.
No
more
,
Ximena
,
for
I
hear
their
Trumpets
Proclaim
their
Entry
:
And
our
own
their
Welcome
.
[
Trumpets
from
each
side
of
the
Stage
.
Enter
Alphonso
and
Garcia
,
hand
in
hand
.
After
them
,
the
Prisoner
K.
Ramirez
alone
:
Then
the
two
Colonels
,
Sancho
and
Carlos
:
After
them
,
other
Officers
of
the
Army
.
Veramond
advances
to
meet
them
:
The
Queen
and
the
two
Princesses
follow
him
.
Alphonso
first
kneels
to
his
Father
and
Mother
,
and
immediately
runs
to
salute
his
Sister
Victoria
tenderly
;
then
slightly
salutes
Celidea
,
and
returns
to
Victoria
.
In
the
mean
time
Veramond
embraces
Don
Garcia
,
who
afterwards
kisses
the
Queen's
hand
.
Vera.
The
Triumphs
of
this
Day
,
auspicious
Prince
,
Proclaim
themselves
Your
Gift
,
to
us
and
Arragon
:
From
you
they
are
deriv'd
;
to
you
return
;
For
what
we
are
,
you
make
us
.
Gar.
May
Heav'n
and
your
brave
Son
,
and
,
above
all
,
Your
own
prevailing
Genius
,
guard
your
Age
From
such
another
Day
of
doubtful
Fate
:
But
if
it
comes
,
then
Garcia
will
be
proud
To
be
again
the
Foil
of
Great
Alphonso
.
Vera.
It
might
,
and
well
it
had
become
my
Son
[
Looking
about
for
Alphonso
.
To
speak
your
words
;
But
you
are
still
before
him
,
As
in
the
Fight
you
were
.
Xime
.
Turn
to
your
Father
,
and
present
your
Duty
;
[
Pulling
Alphonso
by
the
sleeve
.
He
thinks
himself
neglected
,
and
observes
ye
.
Here
Garcia
,
after
bowing
to
the
King
and
Queen
,
goes
to
the
two
Princesses
and
salutes
them
.
After
a
little
dumb
Courtship
,
he
leads
out
Victoria
and
Celidea
,
the
Ladies
follow
;
Alphonso
observes
it
with
discontent
,
and
then
turns
to
his
Father
.
Alphon.
I
saw
you
,
Sir
,
engag'd
in
Ceremonies
,
And
therefore
thought
I
might
defer
this
Office
,
To
give
you
time
for
decent
Thanks
to
Garcia
.
Vera.
You
rather
went
where
more
affection
call'd
ye
.
Alphon.
I
may
have
been
too
slack
in
outward
show
,
But
when
your
Service
,
and
my
Honour
call'd
,
None
was
more
forward
in
the
fighting
part
.
Vera.
The
rugged
Business
of
the
War
is
o'er
:
Softness
and
Sweetness
,
and
a
gentler
Air
Wou'd
make
a
mixture
,
that
wou'd
temper
well
That
inborn
Fierceness
of
your
boyling
Mind
.
Alph.
I
stand
corrected
,
Sir
,
and
let
me
tell
ye
now
,
That
sweetness
which
so
well
you
have
advis'd
,
Fortune
has
put
in
your
own
hand
to
practise
Upon
this
Royal
Souldier
;
till
we
fought
[
Showing
Ramirez
.
Your
Equal
,
now
your
Prisoner
of
the
War
;
And
once
,
(
alas
!
that
still
it
is
not
so
)
The
Partner
of
your
Thoughts
,
and
Bosom
Friend
.
Xime
.
(
aside
.
)
Heav'n
that
inspir'd
thee
with
this
Pious
thought
,
Add
Vertue
and
Perswasion
to
thy
words
,
And
bend
my
stubborn
Lord.
Vera.
Say
,
have
you
more
to
speak
on
his
behalf
?
Alphon.
Much
more
,
his
fair
Behaviour
in
the
War
,
Not
plundering
Towns
,
nor
burning
Villages
;
His
Bravery
of
Mind
,
his
Dauntless
Courage
,
When
Hand
to
Hand
,
he
made
me
stoop
beneath
His
weighty
blows
,
and
often
forc'd
to
doubt
The
Fortune
of
my
Youth
,
against
his
Age.
Vera.
Proceed
,
proceed
,
for
this
is
but
to
say
,
That
thou
wert
almost
worsted
in
the
Combat
.
Alphon.
I
have
already
said
much
more
,
than
needs
To
move
a
Noble
Mind
;
Such
as
my
Father's
is
,
or
ought
to
be
.
Vera.
Come
,
let
me
hear
my
Duty
from
my
Son.
Alphon.
If
more
be
wanting
on
so
plain
a
Theam
,
Think
on
the
slippery
State
of
Humane
Things
,
The
strange
vicissitudes
,
and
suddain
turns
Of
War
,
and
Fate
recoiling
on
the
Proud
,
To
crush
a
Merciless
and
Cruel
Victor
.
Think
there
are
bounds
of
Fortune
,
set
above
;
Periods
of
Time
,
and
progress
of
Success
,
Which
none
can
stop
before
th'
appointed
limits
,
And
none
can
push
beyond
.
Ximena
.
He
Reasons
justly
,
Sir.
Alphon.
Ramirez
is
an
Honourable
Foe
,
Use
him
like
what
he
is
,
and
make
him
yours
.
Vera.
By
Heav'n
I
think
,
That
when
you
cop'd
with
him
in
single
Fight
,
You
had
so
much
ado
to
Conquer
then
,
You
fear
t'
ingage
him
in
a
second
Combat
.
Alphon.
The
World
knows
how
I
Fought
:
But
Old
Men
have
Prerogative
of
Tongue
,
And
Kings
of
Power
,
and
Parents
that
of
Nature
.
Your
Pardon
,
Royal
Sir.
Vera.
I
give
it
you
;
Your
Battel
now
is
paid
at
the
full
price
.
[
Ximena
whispers
Alphonso
for
a
moment
.
Alphon.
Fear
not
,
I
curb
my self
.
[
To
Ximena
.
Ramir.
(
to
Veram
.
)
Your
Son
has
mention'd
Honourable
Terms
.
Propose
'em
Veramond
,
and
for
his
sake
(
So
much
his
Valour
and
rare
Courtesie
,
Have
wrought
upon
my
Soul
,
)
I
will
accept
'
em
.
Vera.
Who
gave
you
leave
.
To
speak
of
Terms
,
or
even
to
speak
at
all
?
Ramir.
And
who
shou'd
give
me
liberty
of
speaking
,
But
Heav'n
,
who
gave
me
Speech
?
Veram
.
How
dares
my
Captive
Assume
this
boldness
to
his
Conqueror
?
Ramir.
You
have
not
Conquer'd
me
,
you
cou'd
not
,
Veramond
;
'T
is
to
Alphonso's
Arms
that
I
am
Prisoner
.
Veram
.
Under
my
Auspices
Alphonso
fought
,
He
led
my
Forces
.
Ramir.
Yes
,
and
made
'em
too
By
his
Example
,
else
they
ne're
had
Conquer'd
.
Veram
.
A
Bargain
!
A
plain
Compact
!
A
Confederacy
!
Betwixt
my
Son
and
thee
,
to
give
me
part
,
Of
what
my
better
Stars
,
make
all
my
own
.
Alphon.
Sir
,
I
must
speak
—
Veram
.
Dare
not
,
I
charge
thee
,
dare
not
.
Alphon.
Not
vindicate
my
Honour
?
By
Heav'n
I
will
,
to
all
the
World
,
to
you
;
My
Honour
is
my
own
,
and
not
deriv'd
From
this
frail
Body
,
and
this
Earth
you
gave
me
;
But
that
Aetherial
Spark
,
which
Heav'n
inspir'd
,
And
kindl'd
in
my
New
Created
Soul.
You
tell
me
,
I
have
bargain'd
with
Ramirez
,
To
make
his
Ransome
cheap
.
Vera.
To
make
it
nothing
,
To
rob
thy
Father
of
his
Victory
,
And
,
at
my
cost
,
oblige
my
Mortal
Foe
;
Fool
,
dost
thou
know
the
value
of
a
Kingdom
?
Alphon.
I
think
I
do
,
because
I
won
a
Kingdom
.
Veram
.
And
know'st
not
how
to
keep
it
.
Ramirez
.
What
Claim
have
you
?
What
Right
to
my
Castile
?
Veram
.
The
Right
of
Conquest
,
for
when
Kings
make
War
;
No
Law
betwixt
two
Soveraigns
can
decide
,
But
that
of
Arms
,
where
Fortune
is
the
Judge
,
Soldiers
the
Lawyers
,
and
the
Bar
the
Field
.
Alphon.
But
with
what
Conscience
can
ye
keep
that
Crown
,
To
which
,
ye
claim
no
Title
but
the
Sword
?
Vera.
Then
ask
that
question
of
thy self
,
when
thou
Thy self
art
King
;
I
will
retain
my
Conquest
;
And
if
thou
art
so
mean
,
so
poor
of
Soul
,
As
to
refuse
thy
Sword
in
keeping
it
;
Then
Garcia's
Aid
;
Whose
share
of
Honour
,
in
that
Glorious
day
,
Was
more
than
thine
;
during
my
Life
,
shall
Guard
it
,
And
at
my
Death
,
shall
Heir
it
.
Alphon.
Don
Garcia
is
indeed
a
Valiant
Prince
,
But
this
large
Courtesie
,
this
over-praise
You
give
his
Worth
,
in
any
other
Mouth
,
Were
Villany
to
me
.
Ximena
.
That
was
too
much
Alphonso
,
shew
the
Reverence
That
Sons
shou'd
bear
to
Fathers
.
Alphon.
(
to
her
.
)
Did
I
not
say
in
any
other
Mouth
,
The
King
excepted
still
?
Ramir.
Had
I
a
Son
;
a
Son
like
your
Alphonso
,
The
Pride
of
War
,
and
Darling
of
the
Field
;
I
shou'd
not
thus
receive
him
,
nor
detract
From
such
High
Actions
:
Let
me
tell
you
,
Sir
,
(
For
I
who
felt
his
Arm
,
can
best
report
him
;
)
There
lives
not
one
,
who
breaths
this
Vital
Air
,
That
e're
cou'd
boast
,
he
made
Ramirez
bend
,
Before
Alphonso
undertook
the
Task
.
Veram
.
Confederacy
again
!
How
they
enhance
Their
mutual
worth
,
and
bandy
Fame
betwixt
'em
,
Into
each
other's
hand
.
—
[
Looks
on
Ramirez
,
and
starts
back
.
What
's
this
I
see
?
Nay
,
now
I
wonder
not
,
the
Captive
prates
With
so
secure
presumption
to
his
King
,
Well
may
he
brave
me
,
while
his
murd'ring
Sword
Sits
as
before
,
insulting
on
his
side
,
Who
gave
thee
back
that
weapon
?
Alphon.
I
,
who
took
it
.
Vera.
A
careful
Son
,
to
trust
a
Foe
with
Arms
So
near
his
Father
.
Haste
,
disarm
the
Prisoner
.
Alphon.
E're
you
dishonour
me
,
first
hear
me
speak
;
I
took
his
Royal
Word
,
to
be
my
Prisoner
;
And
on
his
Honour
,
I
restor'd
his
Sword
,
Because
I
thought
,
that
mark
of
Sovereign
Justice
And
Awful
Power
,
shou'd
not
for
one
short
moment
Be
wanting
to
a
Monarch
.
Vera.
Then
when
he
lost
the
Power
,
he
lost
the
Claim
,
And
marks
of
Sovereign
Right
:
Nor
without
my
Consent
,
cou'dst
thou
dispose
Of
him
,
or
of
his
Sword
,
or
of
his
Life
:
Once
more
disarm
him
:
What
,
am
I
betray'd
?
[
Guards
look
amaz'd
,
but
stir
not
.
Have
I
no
Subject
left
?
Xime
.
Submit
,
Alphonso
.
I
,
who
am
partial
to
you
,
must
condemn
This
Carriage
as
undutious
to
your
Father
.
Ramir.
(
to
Alphon.
)
Brave
Prince
,
too
warmly
you
assert
my
Cause
,
Tho'
't
is
indeed
the
common
Cause
of
Kings
:
But
to
prevent
what
ills
on
my
account
May
hence
ensue
betwixt
a
Son
and
Parent
,
Take
here
the
Sword
,
you
trusted
in
my
Hands
,
Which
you
alone
cou'd
take
—
Now
,
Veramond
,
[
Presents
his
Sword
to
Alphonso
.
Dispose
of
old
Ramirez
as
thou
pleasest
;
[
He
presents
it
sullenly
to
Veramond
,
who
puts
it
into
the
hand
of
an
Officer
.
Secure
thy
Hate
,
Ambition
,
and
thy
Fear
,
And
give
Ramirez
Death
,
who
scorns
a
Life
Which
he
must
owe
to
thee
.
Vera.
(
to
the
Guards
.
)
Go
bear
him
to
the
Castle
;
at
more
leisure
His
Doom
shall
be
decreed
.
Ramir.
When
e're
it
comes
't
is
welcome
,
only
this
(
If
Enemies
be
suffer'd
to
request
)
Forgive
th'
Imprudent
Zeal
thy
Son
has
shown
On
my
behalf
,
and
take
him
to
thy
Bosom
:
A
noble
Temper
shines
even
through
his
faults
,
And
gilds
them
into
Virtues
.
Vera.
Take
him
hence
—
[
Ramirez
is
led
off
by
Sancho
and
Carlos
,
and
follow'd
by
the
Guards
.
Alphonso
looking
frowningly
.
The
rest
stay
.
Alphon.
(
aside
.
)
How
I
abhor
this
base
Inhumane
Act
!
But
Patience
!
he
's
my
Father
.
Veram
.
Thus
all
his
Praises
,
are
thy
Accusations
,
And
even
that
very
Sword
,
Punish
me
Heav'n
,
if
I
believe
not
so
,
Is
far
less
dangerous
in
his
Hand
than
thine
.
Xime
.
Forgive
the
hasty
Sallies
of
his
Youth
.
Vera.
He
never
lov'd
me
.
Alphon.
You
never
gave
me
cause
.
Xime
.
(
to
Alphon.
)
Come
,
you
both
lov'd
,
But
both
were
jealous
of
each
other's
kindness
.
His
silence
shows
,
he
longs
to
pardon
you
.
And
did
not
you
,
my
Lord
,
observe
Alphonso
,
[
Turning
to
Veram
.
How
,
tho'
at
first
he
cou'd
not
rule
his
Passion
?
Not
at
the
very
first
,
for
that
's
impossible
To
hasty
blood
,
like
his
and
yours
,
my
Lord
;
Yet
in
the
second
moment
,
he
repented
,
As
soon
as
Thought
had
leisure
to
be
born
.
Veram
.
For
ought
I
see
,
you
do
him
better
Office
Than
he
desires
,
Ximena
.
Alphon.
(
kneeling
.
)
Sir
,
your
Pardon
;
And
if
you
please
,
your
Love.
Vera.
Receive
the
first
,
The
last
as
you
deserve
.
Re-enter
Don
Garcia
,
with
Victoria
,
Celidea
,
and
the
Ladies
.
Veramond
sees
'em
at
a
distance
.
Vera.
This
had
not
been
thus
easily
o're-past
,
But
that
I
see
Don
Garcia
with
your
Sisters
;
A
fair
occasion
offers
you
this
hour
To
cancel
your
Offences
;
mark
,
and
take
it
.
The
K
Q.
and
Alphonso
entertain
Garcia
in
dumb
show
,
while
Victoria
and
Celidea
speak
at
a
distance
.
Celid.
What
think
you
,
Sister
,
of
this
Youthful
Hero
?
Victo
.
Our
dear
Alphonso
?
Celid.
No
;
I
mean
Navarre
.
Victo
.
As
of
a
Valiant
Prince
;
what
wou'd
you
more
?
Celid.
Methinks
you
give
him
a
short
Commendation
;
Yet
all
his
Applications
were
to
you
.
Victo
.
I
minded
not
his
words
.
Celid.
He
made
a
warm
beginning
of
a
Love.
Victo
.
It
seems
my
thoughts
were
otherwise
employ'd
.
Celid.
Neither
your
thoughts
,
nor
eyes
cou'd
be
employ'd
Upon
a
Nobler
Object
.
Victo
.
That
's
your
Judgment
.
Celid.
His
every
Action
,
nay
,
his
every
Motion
Were
graceful
,
and
becoming
his
high
Birth
.
Victo
.
All
of
a
piece
,
and
all
like
other
Men
:
He
seems
to
me
a
common
kind
of
Creature
,
One
that
may
pass
among
a
crowd
of
Courtiers
And
not
be
known
for
King.
Celid.
Sure
you
forget
the
Troops
he
brought
our
Father
;
Besides
his
Personal
Valour
in
the
Fight
.
Victo
.
You
more
forget
Alphonso's
greater
Actions
,
When
the
young
Hero
,
yet
unfledg'd
in
Arms
,
Made
the
tough
Age
of
bold
Ramirez
bend
:
He
fought
like
Mars
,
descending
from
the
Skies
,
And
look'd
like
Venus
rising
from
the
Waves
.
Celid.
Navarre
had
done
the
same
;
't
was
Fortune's
fault
That
show'd
him
not
Ramirez
.
Victo
.
You
are
too
young
to
judge
of
Men
or
Merits
;
You
praise
the
Vulgar
Flight
a
Faulcon
makes
,
When
Jove's
Imperial
Bird
,
that
bears
the
Thunder
,
Is
tow'ring
far
above
him
.
Re-enter
Carlos
,
Sancho
,
and
the
rest
of
the
Officers
.
Vera.
Are
my
Commands
perform'd
?
Carlos
.
With
all
exactness
.
Vera.
Approach
Victoria
,
and
you
Celidea
,
That
in
your
presence
I
may
pay
some
part
Of
what
I
owe
your
brave
Deliverer
.
Celid.
We
cannot
show
too
much
of
Gratitude
.
Vera.
Victoria
,
what
say
you
?
Victo
.
He
did
the
Duty
of
a
brave
Allie
:
I
do
not
know
the
War
,
nor
dare
I
load
His
modesty
with
larger
Commendations
.
Garci
.
Even
those
are
much
too
large
,
when
giv'n
by
you
,
To
whom
my
Soul
,
with
all
my
future
Service
,
Are
with
Devotion
offer'd
.
Vera.
I
have
indeed
disclos'd
to
her
alone
Th'
important
Secret
of
th'
intended
Match
.
And
that
perhaps
has
made
her
fear
to
praise
A
Prince
who
shortly
is
to
be
her
own
.
Alphon.
(
aside
.
)
Oh
Heav'ns
!
what
bode
these
words
?
[
The
Queen
and
Celidea
shew
amazement
,
Alphonso
and
Victoria
discontent
.
Vera.
Now
therefore
I
declare
the
wisht
alliance
;
Ximena
,
you
may
give
your
Daughter
joy
;
And
you
your
Sister
,
of
th'
Imperial
Crown
[
To
Celid.
Which
Garcia
puts
on
our
Victoria's
Head.
Your
share
,
Alphonso
,
in
this
happy
day
[
To
Alphon.
Is
not
the
least
,
nor
will
you
be
the
last
T'
applaud
my
worthy
choice
of
such
a
Son.
Alphon.
A
sudden
damp
has
seiz'd
my
Vital
Spirits
;
I
see
but
through
a
mist
,
and
hear
far
off
:
Nay
,
trouble
not
your selves
,
a
little
time
Of
needful
rest
,
and
solitary
thought
,
Will
mend
my
health
,
till
when
excuse
my
presence
.
[
Exit
Alphonso
,
and
looks
back
on
Victoria
.
Xime
.
(
aside
.
)
He
's
much
disturb'd
,
a
sickness
of
the
Soul
;
Or
I
mistake
,
he
does
not
like
this
Marriage
.
Assist
us
,
Heav'n
,
if
I
divine
aright
,
And
prosper
thy
own
work
.
Vera.
(
aside
.
)
I
like
not
this
,
But
must
dissemble
,
till
I
clear
my
doubts
.
Fortune
,
brave
Prince
,
has
given
us
this
allay
;
[
To
Garci
.
Our
Joys
were
else
too
full
:
An
hour
of
sleep
will
bring
him
back
restor'd
;
Mean
time
we
may
withdraw
.
Garci
.
(
to
Victo
.
)
Come
,
my
fair
Mistress
,
by
your
Father's
leave
I
seize
this
precious
Gage
.
Victo
.
Then
thank
my
Father
;
He
may
dispose
of
all
things
but
my
Heart
,
And
that
's
my
own
—
(
aside
.
)
—
Alas
!
I
wish
it
were
.
[
Exeunt
Vara.
Xime
.
Celid.
Garci
.
Victo
.
and
all
the
Courtiers
.
Men
and
Women
.
The
Guards
follow
:
San.
and
Carl.
remain
.
San.
Good
news
,
Cartos
,
the
old
Jew
is
dead
.
Carl.
What
Jew
?
Sanch.
Why
the
rich
Jew
,
my
Father
.
He
's
gone
to
the
Bosom
of
Abraham
his
Father
,
and
I
,
his
Christian
Son
,
am
left
sole
Heir
.
Now
do
I
intend
to
be
monstrously
in
love
.
Carl.
With
whom
,
Colonel
?
Sanch.
That
's
not
yet
resolv'd
,
Colonel
;
but
with
one
of
the
Court
Ladies
.
You
may
stand
a
Man's
Friend
,
Carlos
,
in
such
a
business
.
Carl.
You
may
depend
on
me
,
Sancho
,
because
my
dependance
is
on
you
:
You
got
Plunder
in
the
Battel
;
while
I
was
hack'd
and
hew'd
,
and
almost
laid
asleep
in
the
damn'd
Bed
of
Honour
.
Sanch.
Nay
,
I
confess
I
am
a
lucky
Rogue
,
for
I
was
born
with
a
Caul
upon
my
Head.
Carl.
I
'm
sure
I
came
bare
enough
into
the
World
,
and
live
as
barely
in
it
.
Sanch.
Make
me
but
lustily
in
love
,
and
I
'll
adopt
thee
into
my
Fortune
;
but
thou
stand'st
shall
I
,
shall
I
,
till
all
the
Ladies
are
out
of
sight
:
Here
,
take
that
Billet
Doux
which
I
have
pull'd
out
by
chance
from
amongst
twenty
,
that
I
always
wear
about
me
for
such
occasions
.
Carl.
But
to
which
of
'em
shall
I
deliver
it
?
Sanch.
Even
to
her
thou
can'st
first
overtake
.
Nay
,
do
not
lose
thy
time
in
looking
on
't
,
there
's
no
particular
Direction
,
Man
;
Fortune
ever
superscribes
my
Letters
to
the
Fair
Sex
;
I
let
her
alone
to
find
me
out
a
handsome
Mistress
;
and
let
me
alone
to
make
her
kind
afterwards
.
Carl.
But
suppose
I
shou'd
happen
to
deliver
it
to
my
own
Mistress
,
for
she
was
in
the
presence
with
her
Father
.
Sanch.
Then
I
suppose
thou
wilt
be
the
first
that
shalt
repent
it
,
for
she
will
certainly
fall
in
Love
with
me
.
[
Lopez
and
Dalinda
re-enter
,
and
walk
softly
over
the
Stage
.
Look
,
there
's
one
of
'em
already
;
my
Heart
beats
at
the
very
sight
of
her
;
this
must
and
shall
be
she
,
by
Cupid
.
Carl.
And
by
Venus
the
very
she
I
love
.
Sanch.
Prithee
no
more
words
then
,
for
Fate
will
have
it
so
.
Carl.
(
aside
.
)
I
know
it
's
impossible
for
her
Father
to
receive
him
,
or
her
to
love
him
,
and
yet
his
good
Fortune
,
and
my
Rascally
three
penny
Planet
,
make
me
suspicious
without
Reason
:
But
hang
Superstition
,
I
'll
draw
such
a
Picture
of
him
,
as
shall
do
his
business
.
Sanch.
Now
will
I
stand
by
Incognito
,
like
some
mighty
Potentate
,
and
see
my
own
Embassy
deliver'd
.
[
Carlos
overtakes
Lopez
and
Dalinda
just
going
off
,
and
salutes
them
.
Lop.
Cozen
Carlos
,
you
are
welcome
from
the
Wars
;
I
think
I
saw
you
in
the
Show
to
day
.
Carl.
The
Ceremony
hinder'd
me
from
paying
my
respects
;
but
I
made
haste
,
you
see
—
Lop.
I
hope
you
'll
no
more
be
a
Stranger
to
my
House
,
than
you
have
been
formerly
:
Your
Mistress
here
will
be
proud
to
entertain
you
;
and
then
you
shall
tell
me
the
whole
Expedition
:
I
love
Battels
wonderfully
,
when
a
Man
may
hear
'em
without
Peril
of
his
Person
.
Sanch.
(
aside
.
)
Nothing
of
my
Letter
all
this
while
;
Why
,
when
Carlos
?
[
Whispering
aloud
to
him
.
Carlos
.
(
aside
.
)
Now
I
dare
not
but
deliver
it
,
because
he
sees
me
.
Don
Lopez
,
I
have
a
foolish
kind
of
Petition
to
you
.
[
To
Lopez
.
Lop.
Why
do
you
call
it
a
foolish
Petition
?
Carl.
Because
I
bring
it
from
a
Fool.
There
's
a
Friend
of
mine
,
of
a
plentiful
Fortune
,
that
's
desperately
in
Love
with
your
Fair
Daughter
,
Dalinda
;
and
has
Commanded
me
,
by
your
permission
,
to
deliver
this
Letter
to
her
.
Lopez
.
A
Rich
Man's
Letter
may
be
deliver'd
.
[
Carlos
gives
her
the
Letter
.
Dalinda
.
What
's
here
?
A
Note
without
a
Superscription
.
[
She
seems
to
Read.
As
I
Live
,
a
Bill
of
Exchange
for
200
Pistols
,
Charg'd
upon
a
Banker
,
and
payable
to
the
Bearer
;
An
accomplisht
Cavalier
,
I
warrant
him
;
He
writes
finely
,
and
in
the
best
manner
.
Carlos
.
(
aside
.
)
There
's
the
Covetous
Sex
,
at
the
first
Syllable
,
The
Fool
's
good
Planet
begins
to
work
already
;
but
I
shall
stop
its
Influence
.
Lop.
Good
Cozen
Colonel
;
what
manner
of
Man
is
my
Son-in-Law
,
that
may
be
?
Carl.
D'
ye
see
that
sneaking
Fellow
yonder
?
Lop.
Who
,
that
Gallant
Cavalier
?
Dalind
.
I
wish
it
were
no
worse
.
Carl.
Plague
,
ye
make
me
mad
betwixt
ye
.
His
outside
's
Tawdry
,
and
his
inside's
Fool.
He
's
an
Usurer's
Son
,
and
his
Father
was
a
Jew
.
Dalind
.
No
matter
for
all
that
,
he
's
Rich.
Carlos
.
He
was
begot
upon
the
Wife
of
a
desperate
Debtor
,
Out
of
pure
good
Husbandry
,
to
save
something
:
He
's
Covetous
by
the
Father's
side
;
A
Blockhead
by
the
Mother's
;
And
a
Knave
by
both
.
Lopez
.
I
see
nothing
like
your
description
of
him
,
at
this
distance
.
Call
him
hither
,
I
wou'd
fain
speak
with
him
.
Carl.
Come
hither
,
Don
Sancho
,
and
make
good
the
Character
I
have
given
of
you
.
[
Sancho
comes
up
,
and
salutes
'em
awkwardly
.
Lop.
Cavalier
,
I
shall
be
glad
to
be
better
known
to
you
.
Sanch.
(
to
Carlos
.
)
You
see
I
have
Luck
in
a
Bag
,
Carlos
.
Carlos
.
(
aside
.
)
Ay
,
in
a
Bag
of
Money
,
I
see
it
to
my
sorrow
.
Try
his
Wit
,
Signior
,
you
'll
find
him
as
heavy
as
Lead
.
[
Aside
to
Lopez
.
Lop.
(
to
Sanch.
)
So
his
Mony
be
Silver
,
I
care
not
.
Come
Cavalier
,
what
say
you
to
my
Daughter
?
Sanch.
Why
,
I
say
,
I
was
resolv'd
to
Love
the
first
Fair
Lady
that
I
met
.
Dalind
.
Oh
Lord
,
Sir
!
Carlos
.
(
to
Lopez
.
)
Do
but
mark
his
Breeding
.
Lop.
I
like
him
never
the
worse
for
his
Plain-Dealing
.
Dalin.
Bluntness
,
methinks
,
becomes
a
Souldier
.
Carlos
.
(
aside
.
)
How
Naturally
Old
Men
take
to
Riches
,
and
Women
to
Fools
.
Lopez
.
(
to
Sanch.
)
You
have
made
a
Noble
Declaration
of
your
Love
,
Sir
,
With
a
handsome
Present
of
two
hundred
Pistols
.
Sanch.
What
,
I
hope
I
have
not
mistaken
Papers
,
and
sent
you
my
Letter
of
Exchange
for
200
Pistols
,
charg'd
upon
the
Banker
Porto
Carrero
:
Pray
return
that
Letter
,
Madam
;
and
I
'll
look
out
for
another
,
that
shall
Treat
only
of
dry
Love
,
without
those
terrible
Appendixes
.
Dalind
.
Why
,
did
not
ye
intend
this
for
me
,
Cavalier
?
Sanch.
No
,
you
shall
hear
me
rap
out
all
the
Oaths
in
Christendom
,
that
I
am
wholly
Innocent
of
this
Accusation
.
Dalind
.
Come
,
you
bely
your
Noble
Nature
;
look
upon
me
agen
Cavalier
,
(
she
makes
the
Doux
Yeux
to
him
.
)
And
then
Examine
your
own
Heart
,
If
you
meant
it
not
to
me
.
Sanch.
Nay
,
I
confess
my
Heart
beats
a
charge
towards
ye
:
(
To
Carl.
)
And
yet
Two
Hundred
Pistols
,
is
a
swinging
Summ
for
one
kind
Look
,
Carlos
!
Carlos
.
(
to
him
.
)
A
Damnable
hard
Penny-worth
!
hold
you
there
,
Don
Sancho
.
[
Dalinda
looks
upon
him
agen
,
more
sweetly
.
Sanch.
She
has
two
Devils
in
her
Eyes
,
that
last
Ogle
was
a
lick-penny
.
Well
,
Madam
,
I
Dedicate
those
fair
Two
Hundred
Pistols
,
to
your
more
fair
Hand
:
And
now
you
have
Receiv'd
'em
,
I
meant
'em
to
you
.
Dalind
.
And
,
in
requital
,
I
receive
you
for
my
Servant
,
Cavalier
.
Carlos
.
(
aside
.
)
Damn
him
for
his
awkward
Liberality
,
he
's
always
Covetous
,
But
when
't
is
to
do
me
a
mischief
.
Lopez
.
(
to
Dalind
.
)
He
's
come
on
again
,
my
Heart
was
almost
at
my
Mouth
.
Now
,
Mrs.
Minion
,
let
me
take
you
to
task
in
private
.
[
Draws
her
aside
a
little
.
What
hope
have
you
,
of
the
Conde
Don
Alonzo
De
Cardona
?
Dalind
.
Little
or
none
;
a
bare
possibility
.
You
know
what
has
pass'd
betwixt
us
.
Lop.
But
suppose
he
shou'd
renew
his
Love
;
had
you
rather
Marry
that
Rich
Old
Conde
;
or
,
this
poor
Young
Rogue
,
Don
Carlos
?
Dalind
.
This
Poor
Young
Rogue
,
if
you
please
,
Father
.
Lop.
I
thought
as
much
,
good
Madam
;
but
to
come
closer
to
the
present
Business
,
betwixt
Don
Carlos
and
Don
Sancho
,
That
is
to
say
,
a
Poor
Young
Wit
,
and
a
Rich
Young
Fool
;
put
the
Case
Gentlewoman
,
which
of
'em
wou'd
you
chuse
?
Dalind
.
If
it
were
not
for
meer
Necessity
,
I
have
a
kind
of
a
loathing
to
a
Fool.
Lopez
.
The
more
Fool
you
,
Madam
.
Dalind
.
Wou'd
you
have
a
Race
of
Booby
Grandsons
?
Lopez
.
That
's
as
your
Conscience
serves
ye
;
I
say
only
,
that
your
Husband
shall
be
a
Fool
,
I
say
,
not
your
Childrens
Father
shall
be
one
.
Sancho
.
(
to
Carlos
.
)
This
is
a
plaguy
long
whisper
,
I
do
not
like
it
.
And
yet
now
I
think
on
't
,
my
left
Eye
itches
,
some
good
luck
is
coming
towards
me
.
Lopez
.
(
to
them
.
)
I
'll
be
short
and
pithy
with
ye
,
Don
Sancho
,
I
think
they
call
ye
?
If
out
of
my
abundant
Love
,
I
shou'd
bestow
my
Dutiful
Daughter
on
you
,
what
kind
of
Husband
wou'd
you
make
?
Sanch.
Husband
,
Sennor
?
Why
,
none
at
all
.
None
of
my
Predecessors
were
ever
Marry'd
:
My
Father
and
my
Mother
never
were
,
and
I
will
not
be
the
first
of
my
Family
that
shall
degenerate
;
I
thought
my
200
Pistols
would
have
done
my
business
with
Dalinda
,
and
a
little
winking
Mony
with
you
.
Lop.
What
,
wou'd
you
make
me
a
Pimp
to
my
own
Daughter
?
Dalind
.
And
imagine
my
Chastity
cou'd
be
corrupted
with
a
petty
Bribe
.
Sanch.
Nay
,
I
am
not
so
obstinate
neither
,
against
Marriage
;
Carlos
gave
me
this
wicked
Counsel
,
on
purpose
to
banish
me
;
and
in
revenge
to
him
,
I
will
Marry
.
Lop.
I
hope
you
'll
ask
her
leave
first
?
Sanch.
Phoo
!
I
take
that
for
granted
;
no
Woman
has
the
power
to
resist
my
Courtship
.
Lop.
Suppose
then
,
as
before
suppos'd
;
what
kind
of
Husband
wou'd
you
make
?
Sanch.
Then
to
deal
roundly
with
you
;
I
wou'd
run
a
rambling
my self
,
and
leave
the
drudgery
of
my
House
to
her
management
:
All
things
shou'd
go
at
Sixes
and
Sevens
,
for
Sancho
;
In
short
,
Sennor
,
I
will
be
as
Absolute
,
as
the
Great
Turk
,
and
take
as
little
care
of
my
People
,
as
a
Heathen
God.
Lop.
Now
,
Don
Carlos
,
what
say
you
?
Carlos
.
(
aside
.
)
I
'll
fit
'em
for
a
Husband
:
(
To
Lopez
)
Why
,
Sennor
,
I
wou'd
be
the
most
careful
Creature
of
her
Business
;
I
wou'd
inspect
every
thing
,
wou'd
manage
the
whole
Estate
to
save
her
the
trouble
;
I
wou'd
be
careful
of
her
Health
,
by
keeping
her
within
doors
;
she
shou'd
neither
give
nor
receive
Visits
;
nor
kneel
at
Church
among
the
Fops
,
that
Look
one
way
,
and
Pray
another
.
Dalind
.
Oh
abominable
!
Lopez
.
Why
,
thou
ungrateful
Fellow
!
wou'dst
thou
make
a
Slave
of
my
Daughter
?
And
leave
her
no
Business
;
that
is
to
say
,
no
Authority
in
her
own
House
?
Dalind
.
Ay
,
and
to
call
Fine
Young
Gentlemen
Fops
too
?
To
lock
me
up
from
Visitants
,
which
are
the
only
Comfort
of
a
Disconsolate
,
Miserable
,
Married
Woman
!
Lopez
.
And
't
were
not
for
fear
thou
shou'dst
beat
me
,
I
cou'd
find
in
my
Heart
to
beat
thee
.
Don
Sancho
I
have
an
Olla
at
home
,
and
you
shall
be
welcome
to
it
.
Farewel
Kinsman
.
[
To
Carlos
.
[
Exeunt
Lopez
,
and
Sancho
,
leading
out
Dalinda
.
Carlos
.
Now
,
If
I
had
another
Head
,
I
cou'd
find
in
my
Heart
,
to
run
this
Head
against
that
wall
.
Nature
has
given
me
my
Portion
in
Sense
,
with
a
Pox
to
her
,
and
turn'd
me
out
into
the
wide
World
to
starve
upon
it
.
She
has
given
Sancho
an
empty
Noddle
;
but
Fortune
in
revenge
has
fill'd
his
Pockets
:
just
a
Lord's
Estate
in
Land
and
Wit.
Well
,
I
have
lost
Dalinda
;
and
something
must
be
done
to
undermine
Sancho
in
her
good
Opinion
:
Some
pernicious
Counsel
must
be
given
him
:
He
is
my
Prince
,
and
I
am
his
States-Man
;
and
when
our
two
Interests
come
to
clash
,
I
hope
to
make
a
meer
Monarch
of
him
:
And
my
Hunger
is
somewhat
in
my
way
to
quicken
my
Invention
.
Want
whets
the
Wit
,
't
is
true
;
but
Wit
not
blest
With
Fortune's
Aid
,
makes
Beggars
at
the
best
.
Wit
is
not
fed
,
but
sharpn'd
with
Applause
,
For
Wealth
is
solid
Food
,
and
Wit
but
hungry
Sause
.
Exit
.
ACT
II.
SCENE
I.
The
Scene
is
a
Bed-Chamber
,
a
Couch
prepar'd
,
and
set
so
near
the
Pit
that
the
Audience
may
hear
.
Alphonso
enters
with
a
Book
in
his
hand
,
and
sits
;
reads
to
himself
a
little
while
:
Enter
Victoria
,
and
sits
by
him
,
then
speaks
.
Victo
.
IF
on
your
Private
Bus'ness
I
intrude
,
Forgive
th'
excess
of
Love
that
makes
me
rude
:
I
hope
your
sickness
has
not
reacht
your
Heart
;
But
come
to
bear
a
suff'ring
Sister's
part
:
Yet
,
lest
I
shou'd
offend
you
by
my
stay
,
Command
me
to
depart
,
and
I
obey
.
Alphon.
The
Patient
who
has
pass'd
a
sleepless
night
,
Is
far
less
pleas'd
with
his
Physician
's
sight
:
Welcome
thou
pleasing
,
but
thou
short
Reprieve
;
To
ease
my
Death
,
but
not
to
make
me
live
.
Welcome
,
but
welcome
as
a
Winter's
Sun
,
That
rises
late
,
and
is
too
quickly
gone
.
Victo
.
You
are
the
Star
of
Day
,
the
publick
Light
:
And
I
am
but
your
Sister
of
the
Night
:
Eclips'd
when
you
are
absent
from
my
sight
.
Alphon.
Death
will
for
ever
take
me
from
your
Eyes
;
But
grieve
not
you
,
for
when
I
Sett
,
you
Rise
.
Don
Garcia
has
deserv'd
to
be
your
Choice
,
And
't
is
a
Brother's
Duty
to
rejoyce
.
Victo
.
And
yet
methought
you
gave
him
not
your
Voice
.
Alph.
You
saw
a
sudden
Sickness
left
me
weak
;
I
had
no
Joy
to
give
,
nor
Tongue
to
speak
:
And
therefore
I
withdrew
,
to
seek
Relief
In
Books
,
the
fruitless
Remedies
of
Grief
.
Victo
.
But
tell
me
what
Philosopher
you
found
To
cure
your
Pain
?
Alph.
The
fittest
for
my
Wound
;
Who
best
the
gentle
Passions
knows
to
move
;
Ovid
,
the
soft
Philosopher
of
Love
:
His
Love
Epistles
for
my
Friends
I
chose
;
For
there
I
found
the
Kindred
of
my
Woes
.
Victo
.
His
Nymphs
the
Vows
of
Perjur'd
Men
deplore
;
One
in
the
Woods
,
and
one
upon
the
Shoar
:
All
are
at
length
forsaken
or
betray'd
;
And
the
false
Hero
leaves
the
faithful
Maid
.
Alphon.
Not
all
:
for
Linus
kept
his
Constancy
:
And
one
,
perhaps
,
who
more
resembled
me
.
Victo
.
That
Letter
wou'd
I
view
:
in
hope
to
find
Some
Features
of
the
Fair
that
rules
your
Mind
.
Alph.
Read
,
for
the
guilty
Page
is
doubled
down
:
The
Love
too
soon
will
make
the
Lover
known
.
[
Giving
her
the
Book
.
Read
,
if
you
dare
,
and
when
the
Crime
you
see
,
Accuse
my
cruel
Fate
,
but
pity
me
.
Victo
.
(
aside
.
)
'T
is
what
I
fear'd
,
th'
unhappy
Canace
!
Read
you
;
for
to
a
Brother
't
was
design'd
,
[
To
him
.
And
sent
him
by
a
Sister
much
too
kind
.
Alphonso
takes
the
Book
,
and
reads
.
Why
did
thy
Flames
beyond
a
Brother's
move
?
Why
lov'd
I
thee
with
more
than
Sister's
Love
?
[
He
looks
upon
her
,
and
she
holds
down
her
Head.
He
reads
again
.
My
Cheeks
no
longer
did
their
Colour
boast
:
My
Food
grew
loathsom
,
and
my
Strength
I
lost
:
Still
,
e're
I
spoke
,
a
sigh
wou'd
stop
my
Tongue
:
Short
were
my
slumbers
,
and
my
Nights
were
long
.
I
knew
not
from
my
Love
those
Griefs
did
grow
:
Yet
was
,
alas
!
the
thing
I
did
not
know
.
[
She
looks
on
him
,
and
he
holds
down
his
Head.
Forc'd
at
the
last
,
my
shameful
pain
I
tell
.
Victo
.
No
more
:
We
know
our
mutual
Love
too
well
.
[
Both
look
up
,
and
meet
each
others
Eyes
.
Alph.
Two
Lines
in
reading
had
escap'd
my
sight
:
Shall
I
go
back
,
and
do
the
Poet
right
?
Victo
.
Already
we
have
read
too
far
,
I
fear
:
But
read
no
more
than
Modesty
may
bear
.
Alphonso
reading
.
For
I
lov'd
too
,
and
knowing
not
my
wound
,
A
secret
Pleasure
in
thy
Kisses
found
.
[
He
offers
to
kiss
her
,
and
she
turns
her
Head
away
.
May
we
not
represent
the
Kiss
we
read
?
Victo
.
Alphonso
,
no
:
Brother
,
I
shou'd
have
said
!
Alphonso
reading
again
.
When
half
denying
,
more
than
half
content
,
Embraces
warm'd
me
to
a
full
Consent
:
Then
,
with
tumultuous
Joys
,
my
Heart
did
beat
:
And
Guilt
that
made
'em
Anxious
,
made
'em
Great
.
[
She
snatches
the
Book
,
and
throws
it
down
,
then
rises
and
walks
,
he
rises
also
.
Victo
.
Incendiary
Book
,
Polluted
Flame
,
Dare
not
to
tempt
the
Chast
Victoria's
Fame
.
I
love
,
perhaps
,
more
than
a
Sister
shou'd
:
And
Nature
prompts
;
but
Heav'n
restrains
my
Blood.
Heav'n
was
unkind
,
to
set
so
strict
a
Bound
:
And
Love
wou'd
struggle
to
forbidden
Ground
.
Oh
let
us
gain
a
Parthian
Victory
;
Our
only
way
to
conquer
,
is
to
fly
.
Alph.
No
more
,
Victoria
;
tho
my
Love
aspires
More
high
than
yours
,
and
fiercer
are
my
Fires
:
I
cannot
bear
your
looks
;
new
Flames
arise
From
ev'ry
Glance
;
and
kindle
from
your
Eyes
.
Pure
are
the
Beams
which
from
those
Suns
you
dart
;
But
gather
blackness
from
my
sooty
Heart
:
Then
let
us
each
with
hasty
steps
remove
;
Nor
spread
Contagion
,
where
we
meant
but
Love.
Victo
.
Hear
Heav'n
and
Earth
,
and
witness
to
my
Vows
;
And
Love
,
thou
greatest
Power
that
Nature
knows
;
This
Heart
,
Alphonso
,
shall
be
firmly
thine
;
This
Hand
shall
never
with
another
joyn
.
Or
if
by
force
my
Father
makes
me
wed
;
Then
Death
shall
be
the
Bridegroom
of
my
Bed.
Now
let
us
both
our
shares
of
Sorrow
take
;
And
both
be
wretched
for
each
others
sake
.
Alph.
By
those
relentless
power●
that
rule
the
Skies
;
And
by
a
greater
Power
,
Victoria's
Eyes
,
No
Love
but
yours
shall
touch
Alphonso's
Heart
;
Nor
Time
,
nor
Death
,
my
vow'd
Affections
part
.
Nor
shall
my
hated
Rival
live
to
see
That
hour
which
envious
Fate
denies
to
me
.
Now
seal
we
both
our
Vows
with
one
dear
Kiss
.
Victo
.
No
,
't
is
a
hot
,
and
an
incestuous
Bliss
!
Let
both
be
satisfi'd
with
what
we
swore
;
I
dare
not
give
it
,
lest
I
give
you
more
.
[
Exit
Victoria
looking
back
on
him
,
and
he
gazing
on
her
.
Alph.
Oh
Raging
,
Impious
,
and
yet
hopeless
Fire
;
Not
daring
to
possess
what
I
desire
.
Condemn'd
to
suffer
what
I
cannot
bear
;
Tortur'd
with
Love
,
and
Furious
with
Despair
.
Of
all
the
Pains
which
wretched
Mortals
prove
,
The
fewest
Remedies
belong
to
Love
:
But
ours
has
none
:
for
if
we
shou'd
enjoy
,
Our
fatal
Cure
must
both
of
us
destroy
.
Oh
Dear
Victoria
,
cause
of
all
my
Pain
!
Oh
Dear
Victoria
,
whom
I
wou'd
not
gain
!
Victoria
,
for
whose
sake
I
wou'd
survive
:
Victoria
,
for
whose
sake
I
dare
not
live
.
Enter
Garcia
with
Attendants
.
The
two
Princes
salute
,
but
Alphonso
very
coldly
.
Garci
.
I
come
to
shew
my
grief
for
your
Distemper
:
For
if
my
Noble
Brother
saw
my
Heart
,
There
shou'd
you
find
a
Plain
,
a
Holy
Friendship
,
Unmixt
with
Interest
,
equally
partaking
Of
what
affects
you
,
both
of
good
and
ill
.
Alphon.
I
thank
you
;
but
my
Malady
increases
At
your
approach
;
I
have
no
more
to
say
,
But
wish
you
better
health
than
I
can
boast
;
And
to
my self
a
lonely
Privacy
.
Garci
.
I
find
I
am
not
welcome
to
your
sight
:
But
know
not
from
what
cause
.
Alphon.
(
angrily
.
)
My
surest
Remedy
is
in
your
absence
:
'T
is
hard
my
Lodgings
cannot
be
my
own
;
But
importun'd
with
Visits
,
undesir'd
;
And
therefore
,
I
must
tell
you
,
troublesom
.
Garci
.
'T
is
an
odd
way
of
entertaining
Friends
.
But
since
I
find
you
discompos'd
with
sickness
,
That
shall
excuse
your
Humours
;
where
I
go
I
hope
for
better
Welcome
.
Alphon.
Sir
,
I
must
ask
whom
you
pretend
to
visit
?
Garci
.
My
Mistress
,
Prince
.
Alphon.
Your
Mistress
!
who
's
that
Mistress
?
Garci
.
What
need
I
name
Victoria
?
Alphon.
Who
?
my
Sister
?
Garci
.
Whom
else
cou'd
you
imagine
?
Alphon.
Any
other
.
Garci
.
And
why
not
her
?
Alphon.
Because
I
know
not
if
she
will
admit
you
.
Garci
.
Her
Father
has
allow'd
it
.
Alph.
But
not
she
;
Or
if
both
have
,
yet
my
consent
is
wanting
.
You
take
upon
you
in
a
Foreign
Kingdom
,
As
if
you
were
at
home
in
your
Navarre
.
Garci
.
And
you
,
methinks
,
As
if
you
had
no
Father
,
or
no
King.
Farewell
,
I
will
not
stay
.
Alphon.
You
shall
not
go
:
Thus
as
I
am
,
thus
single
,
thus
unarm'd
,
And
you
with
Guards
attended
—
Gar.
You
Teach
me
to
forget
the
Rule
of
Manners
.
Alph.
I
mean
to
Teach
you
better
.
[
As
Garcia
is
going
to
pass
by
him
,
Alphonso
runs
to
one
of
his
Attendants
,
and
snatches
his
Sword
away
,
then
steps
between
Garcia
and
the
Door
.
Enter
Veramond
and
Ximena
,
Attended
.
Vera.
What
means
this
rude
Behaviour
in
my
Court
?
As
if
our
Arragon
were
turn'd
to
Thrace
;
Unhospitable
to
her
Guests
,
and
thou
Alphonso
,
a
Lycurgus
.
Alphon.
He
would
pass
Without
my
Sister's
leave
,
into
her
Lodgings
.
By
Heav'n
,
if
this
be
suffer'd
to
proceed
,
The
next
will
be
,
to
Treat
the
Royal
Maid
As
coursly
,
as
she
were
some
Suburb
Girl
.
Gar.
(
to
Vera.
)
Had
I
not
your
Permission
,
Sir
?
Vera.
You
had
.
But
these
,
Alphonso
,
are
thy
Ruffian
Manners
.
How
dar'st
thou
,
Boy
,
to
break
my
Orders
,
And
then
asperse
thy
Sister
with
thy
Crime
?
Alphon.
She
said
his
Presence
was
unpleasing
to
her
.
Vera.
Come
,
thou
bely'st
her
Innocence
and
Duty
:
She
did
not
,
durst
not
,
say
it
.
Alph.
If
she
did
not
,
I
dare
,
and
will
maintain
to
all
the
World
,
That
Garcia
,
is
not
worthy
of
my
Sister
.
Vera.
Not
worthy
?
Alphon
,
No
;
I
say
once
more
,
not
worthy
.
Garcia
.
Not
in
my self
;
for
who
deserves
Victoria
?
But
,
since
her
Royal
Father
bids
me
hope
,
Not
less
unworthy
than
another
Prince
.
(
To
Ver.
)
And
none
,
with
your
permission
,
Sir
,
shall
dare
To
interpose
,
betwixt
my
Love
and
Me.
Alph.
Sure
a
less
Price
than
our
Infanta's
Bed
,
Might
pay
thee
for
thy
Mercenary
Troops
.
Vera.
Peace
,
Insolent
,
too
long
I
have
indur'd
Thy
Haughty
Soul
,
untam'd
and
turbulent
:
But
,
if
I
Live
,
this
shall
not
pass
unpunisht
;
Darkness
and
Chains
,
are
Medicines
for
a
Madman
.
Ximena
.
My
Lord
,
I
humbly
beg
you
,
spare
your
Son
;
And
add
not
Fury
to
a
Raging
Fire
.
He
soon
will
recollect
his
scatter'd
Reason
;
Which
Heat
of
Youth
,
and
Sickness
,
and
Fatigues
,
Have
dissipated
in
his
boyling
Blood.
Give
him
but
time
,
and
then
his
Temperate
Humour
Will
soon
return
into
the
Native
Channel
;
And
,
unoppos'd
,
be
calm
.
Vera.
No
,
never
more
:
The
Moon
has
roul'd
above
his
Head
,
and
turn'd
it
;
As
Peals
of
Thunder
sow'r
the
generous
Wine
.
(
To
Alph.
)
Hence
from
my
Presence
thou
,
no
more
my
Son.
Ximena
.
If
he
be
Mad
,
be
Madness
his
excuse
;
And
Pardon
Nature's
Error
,
not
his
own
.
Vera.
Ximena
,
you
have
fonded
him
to
this
;
I
Prophesied
;
and
now
't
is
come
to
pass
.
Gar.
Perhaps
,
I
interrupted
him
too
rudely
:
And
since
I
caus'd
,
my self
,
that
ill
Reception
,
Forgive
our
mutual
Faults
.
Vera.
You
shall
prevail
;
Tho'
he
deserves
not
such
an
Intercessor
:
(
To
Alphon.
)
Retire
,
Alphonso
,
to
your
inmost
Lodgings
;
And
there
inclose
your self
,
and
mourn
your
Crimes
:
Be
this
your
last
Relapse
;
the
next
is
Fatal
.
Alphon.
I
will
retire
.
But
,
if
I
am
a
Madman
,
as
you
say
;
And
as
I
half
believe
,
expect
no
Cure
,
But
in
Alphonso's
Death
.
[
Alphonso
goes
in
.
Ximena
.
(
aside
.
)
It
works
apace
:
But
whither
it
will
tend
,
Heaven
only
knows
.
[
Veramond
sees
the
Book
upon
the
Ground
,
and
takes
it
up
.
Vera.
This
Book
he
left
;
go
bear
it
after
him
.
Yet
stay
,
I
know
not
why
,
but
somewhat
prompts
me
To
Read
this
folded
Page
.
(
To
Garcia
.
)
Go
,
Royal
Youth
,
I
wou'd
my self
conduct
you
to
Victoria
:
But
Lovers
need
no
Guide
to
their
Desires
:
And
Love
no
Witness
,
but
himself
Requires
.
[
Exeunt
the
King
and
Queen
one
way
,
with
their
Attendants
,
and
Don
Garcia
with
his
,
another
.
The
SCENE
,
A
Street
.
Enter
Carlos
,
before
Don
Lopez
his
Door
.
Carlos
.
That
's
the
Door
of
Lopez
,
and
Sancho
must
come
out
this
way
;
now
Fool
sit
fast
,
for
thou
shalt
not
want
for
pestilent
Advice
:
But
first
,
I
must
know
,
how
far
thou
hast
proceeded
with
the
Father
and
the
Daughter
,
that
I
may
know
what
Drugs
I
must
prepare
,
for
the
present
Condition
of
my
Patient
;
oh
,
the
Door
opens
already
,
and
he
bolts
out
single
,
as
I
wisht
.
Enter
Sancho
,
picking
his
Teeth
.
Sancho
.
What
,
Carlos
,
you
have
Din'd
before
me
;
but
,
it
may
be
,
you
ha'
not
far'd
so
well
.
Carlos
.
The
best
part
of
your
Entertainment
,
I
suppose
,
was
the
Dessert
of
the
Fair
Dalinda
after
Dinner
;
and
how
,
and
how
,
go
Matters
?
Sancho
.
Better
than
thou
wou'dst
have
'em
,
thou
wou'dst
have
put
a
spoke
in
my
Wheel
,
I
know
it
.
Carlos
.
No
,
Fortune
always
sets
those
of
your
Admirable
Understanding
uppermost
;
but
remember
,
Dalinda
was
once
mine
,
however
.
Sancho
.
Thou
wou'dst
not
have
me
give
the
Box
away
,
when
I
have
thrown
Seven
?
Come
,
set
upon
it
what
thou
dar'st
,
and
I
'le
give
thee
leave
to
do
thy
worst
.
Carlos
.
You
are
very
confident
of
your
good
Luck
.
Sancho
.
Thou
know'st
,
I
have
a
perpetual
ascendant
over
thee
.
Carl.
And
you
are
sure
to
carry
her
?
Sanch.
She
is
fond
of
my
Person
;
she
ogled
me
all
Dinner
time
;
she
put
her
foot
under
the
Table
,
and
trod
upon
mine
;
and
if
these
are
not
certain
Symptoms
of
Passion
,
the
Devil
's
in
Womankind
.
Carl.
And
her
Father
?
Sanch.
The
goodest
Old
Man
;
he
drank
my
Health
to
his
Daughter
;
and
I
,
to
comply
with
my
Obligation
,
answer'd
the
Challenge
;
there
I
think
I
was
with
her
again
.
Carl.
You
have
no
more
to
do
but
to
take
out
a
Licence
.
Sanch.
Indeed
I
have
her
Licence
for
it
.
Carl.
What
,
quibbling
too
in
your
Prosperity
?
If
you
let
another
I
shall
be
inrag'd
.
But
you
have
not
told
me
that
her
Father
is
consenting
.
Sanch.
In
a
manner
:
But
—
Carl.
But
what
;
is
he
not
absolutely
yours
?
Sanch.
There
's
a
small
demur
upon
the
matter
;
in
short
,
he
hit
me
in
the
Teeth
with
a
damnable
Rich
Old
Conde
;
who
,
I
find
,
has
been
dabbling
with
this
Covetons
Old
Huncks
;
but
,
bating
him
,
Don
Lopez
tells
me
I
shall
be
the
welcomest
Man
alive
.
Carl.
Do
you
know
that
Conde's
Name
?
Sanch.
Don
something
de
Cardona
,
whom
the
Devil
confound
.
Carl.
My
old
Acquaintance
;
he
charged
with
me
in
the
Battel
,
but
what
became
of
him
I
know
not
;
if
he
be
the
Man
,
despair
betimes
,
Sancho
,
he
'll
revenge
my
Quarrel
,
and
carry
her
in
spight
of
you
.
Sanch.
I
am
cunning
,
you
know
;
and
I
believe
he
nam'd
that
cursed
Conde
,
only
to
draw
me
on
the
faster
.
Carl.
And
do
you
think
a
Gentleman
can
succeed
against
a
Conde
,
with
a
Woman
?
Sanch.
Why
not
?
Carl.
No
more
than
a
Conde
against
a
Duke
,
and
so
upwards
.
Abandon
her
,
I
say
.
Sanch.
No
;
I
am
resolute
.
Carl.
To
be
the
Shoeing-horn
for
the
Conde
?
Sanch.
I
confess
,
I
wou'd
not
be
the
Shoeing-horn
to
draw
him
on
.
Carl.
No
;
for
that
's
to
be
a
Pimp
for
him
.
Sanch.
Right
;
therefore
I
will
leave
her
.
Carl.
Then
go
back
;
and
quarrel
with
her
and
her
Father
;
Go
,
I
say
,
immediately
before
your
Virtue
cools
.
Sanch.
I
'll
give
'em
their
own
,
I
'll
warrant
'em
:
what
,
make
a
Shoeing-horn
of
a
Man
of
Honour
?
[
Exit
Sancho
.
Carl.
(
alone
.
)
If
the
Conde
be
in
Love
,
then
why
shou'd
Lopez
admit
of
Sancho
for
a
Suitor
;
if
not
,
the
Fool
is
in
the
right
,
that
it
was
only
feign'd
to
draw
him
on
.
However
,
my
advice
will
strike
on
both
sides
;
for
if
Sancho
quarrels
he
's
discarded
,
and
for
the
Conde
—
stay
a
little
—
What
if
I
shou'd
play
this
Conde
?
I
know
him
,
and
can
Mimmick
him
exactly
,
't
is
but
a
Jest
if
I
am
discovered
;
and
if
the
Conde
loves
her
,
and
she
him
,
then
I
marry
her
in
his
shape
—
Oh
,
they
are
coming
out
to
quarrel
in
the
open
Air
;
for
the
House
is
grown
too
hot
for
'em
;
but
I
dare
not
stay
to
see
the
Battel
,
for
fear
of
getting
blows
on
both
sides
.
[
Exit
Carlos
.
Enter
Lopez
,
Dalinda
,
and
Sancho
.
Lopez
.
I
'll
wait
upon
you
out
of
my
House
,
however
.
Sanch.
Father-in-Law
,
that
might
have
been
,
no
more
Ceremonies
,
I
'll
be
no
Shoeing-horn
for
any
Man.
Lop.
You
wou'd
not
be
my
Daughter's
hinderance
?
Sanch.
There
's
no
more
to
be
said
on
't
;
but
either
a
Bargain
,
or
no
Bargain
.
Lop.
A
Bargain
,
if
the
Conde
comes
not
on
.
Sanch.
Then
as
he
comes
on
,
I
must
go
off
,
with
a
Pox
to
you
;
and
to
your
Daughter
.
Dalind
.
At
least
it
shall
not
be
a
Pox
of
your
giving
.
Sanch.
The
Conde's
Pox
take
you
then
;
that
's
an
Honourable
Pox
descended
in
a
right
Line
from
Don
Rodoric
the
Goth
,
I
'll
warrant
you
.
Lop.
Indeed
,
if
your
Estate
were
as
great
as
his
—
Sanch.
Nay
,
for
that
matter
I
can
drop
Gold
with
him
,
as
little
as
I
care
for
her
.
Dalind
.
But
then
his
Title
?
Sanch.
I
have
more
Gold
yet
,
to
weigh
down
his
Parchment
.
And
then
my
Wit
against
a
Conde's
Wit
,
that
's
for
Overplus
;
for
tho
I
say
it
—
Lop.
Who
shou'd
not
say
it
.
Sanch.
Yet
I
do
say
it
,
and
will
say
it
,
especially
as
Lords
go
now
:
Come
,
there
's
no
more
to
be
said
,
Lopez
;
but
take
back
your
Trumpery
,
I
mean
your
Daughter
;
or
I
'll
send
for
the
Scavenger
with
a
Dung
Cart.
Lop.
This
is
insufferable
:
and
by
this
Honourable
Beard
—
Sanch.
Which
I
'll
pull
off
by
handfuls
,
if
you
swagger
—
Lop.
(
aside
to
Dalinda
.
)
What
shall
we
do
with
this
Mad-man
,
Daughter
?
Dalind
.
You
shou'd
send
for
an
Alguazile
to
order
him
,
if
I
were
sure
that
the
Conde
wou'd
come
on
again
;
but
since
that
's
uncertain
,
go
in
,
Father
,
and
let
me
alone
with
him
,
if
I
make
him
your
Son-in-Law
,
that
's
Punishment
sufficient
for
him
.
Lop.
Well
,
Cavalier
,
you
may
chance
to
hear
of
me
.
[
Exit
Lopez
.
Sanch.
Yes
,
and
of
your
Daughter
too
,
in
the
next
Lampoon
,
I
doubt
not
—
(
To
Dalinda
.
)
Why
don't
you
follow
him
?
What
do
you
and
I
together
,
Madam
Countess
?
Dalind
.
Nay
,
I
know
not
.
Sanch.
Nor
I
neither
.
Dalind
.
I
hope
you
will
not
beat
me
.
[
She
looks
languishingly
upon
him
.
Sanch.
I
can't
tell
that
—
Thou
hast
a
damnable
kind
of
lear
that
wou'd
provoke
me
to
something
—
I
say
not
what
,
Dalind
.
Beat
me
with
my
own
hand
,
if
I
deserve
it
,
there
't
is
for
you
.
[
Gives
him
her
hand
,
and
squeezes
his
.
Sanch.
If
I
should
beat
thee
now
,
as
thou
hast
deserv'd
richly
,
I
cou'd
make
thee
satisfaction
.
Dalind
.
Indeed
,
they
say
an
old
Man
shou'd
never
beat
a
young
Woman
,
because
he
cannot
make
her
satisfaction
.
Sanch.
Abominable
Chuck
.
If
I
did
not
hate
thee
mortally
,
I
cou'd
be
content
to
love
thee
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
or
so
—
Why
,
what
's
here
to
do
?
You
are
at
your
old
tricks
again
:
Prithee
,
sweet
Devil
,
do
not
ogle
me
,
nor
squeeze
my
Palm
so
feelingly
,
thou
dear
Infernal
,
do
not
.
Dalind
.
Why
,
do
I
hurt
you
?
Sanch.
No
,
but
thou
ticklest
me
to
the
very
Heart-strings
,
most
wickedly
.
Dalind
.
You
command
me
then
to
leave
you
?
[
Seems
to
be
going
.
Sanch.
Not
command
you
neither
,
not
absolutely
.
Dalind
.
I
go
then
—
Sanch.
Then
I
do
command
thee
—
I
mean
,
to
stay
a
little
longer
.
Thou
hast
fir'd
my
blood
most
horribly
,
with
that
squeezing
;
hast
not
thou
the
Itch
?
speak
,
Damnation
,
I
think
I
have
got
the
Infection
of
thee
—
[
He
shakes
his
hands
.
Dalind
.
I
'll
go
and
comfort
my
poor
old
Father
,
for
the
Affront
you
gave
him
.
Sanch.
No
,
Perverseness
;
I
'll
make
thee
stay
,
in
very
spight
of
thy
proud
Sex
I
'll
humble
thee
.
Dalind
.
But
was
not
you
a
grievous
Man
to
use
him
so
?
You
shall
tell
me
,
or
I
break
your
Fingers
.
Sanch.
Not
a
word
,
to
save
thee
from
Perdition
;
I
am
as
dumb
as
a
Heathen
Oracle
.
Dal.
Then
I
must
squeeze
it
out
of
you
—
[
Pressing
his
hand
again
.
Sanch.
Ah
,
ah
,
it
runs
through
me
like
Wild
Fire
—
[
Panting
.
Dal.
Did
not
Carlos
give
you
this
naughty
Counsel
?
San.
I
shou'd
not
answer
thee
,
I
know
it
.
Heartlykins
,
this
is
just
cramping
a
Man
when
he
's
asleep
,
to
make
him
tell
his
Dream
;
let
go
my
hand
,
and
Carlos
did
not
advise
me
,
but
hold
it
,
and
he
did
;
now
will
you
be
at
quiet
with
me
?
Dal.
Not
,
till
you
promise
me
to
be
Friends
with
my
Father
.
San.
Well
,
confound
thee
,
I
am
Friends
with
him
.
Dal.
And
to
banish
Carlos
for
an
Evil
Counsellor
.
San.
Upon
condition
,
you
'l
discharge
the
Count
from
seeing
you
.
Dal.
No
Conditions
,
either
surrender
upon
Discretion
,
or
I
'le
put
you
to
the
Sword.
San.
Pox
on
thee
,
for
being
so
Tyrannical
,
but
I
can't
help
my self
,
and
therefore
I
totally
submit
.
Dal.
Now
then
,
you
shall
perceive
how
Gracious
a
Princess
I
intend
to
be
;
my
Father
dotes
upon
this
Count
,
but
I
despise
him
.
San.
That
's
a
good
Girl
;
for
Love
of
me
,
I
'le
warrant
you
.
Dal.
You
think
I
cokes
you
now
.
San.
No
,
I
know
my
own
Merit
too
well
for
that
.
Dal.
Then
do
what
I
advise
you
;
my
Father
has
not
often
seen
this
Count
;
what
if
you
shou'd
pass
for
him
?
San.
Hum
,
I
do
not
apprehend
thee
.
Dal.
A
Man
of
your
Wit
,
and
be
so
stupid
;
you
shall
counterfeit
the
Count.
Sanch.
Counterfeit
the
Count
,
that
's
a
pure
quibble
,
but
I
can
make
no
more
on
't
.
Dal.
He
's
an
Old
Fellow
,
and
a
Fool
;
now
,
you
shall
take
upon
you
to
be
this
Count
,
to
deceive
my
Father
;
and
I
'le
keep
your
Counsel
,
and
Teach
you
how
to
Represent
him
.
San.
Oh
,
now
I
understand
you
;
but
't
is
impossible
for
me
to
counterfeit
a
Fool.
Dal.
I
'le
warrant
you
,
trust
Nature
.
San.
A
Man
of
my
Sense
,
can
never
hide
his
Parts
.
Dal.
No
,
but
you
may
shew
'em
;
go
back
to
your
Lodgings
,
I
'le
provide
you
Cloaths
,
and
send
you
Directions
in
Writing
,
how
to
behave
your self
before
my
Father
—
One
word
more
,
be
sure
you
manage
this
in
private
,
and
shut
out
Carlos
,
lest
he
should
discover
our
Intriegue
.
San.
Well
,
I
will
strive
for
once
to
get
the
better
of
my
Wit
,
and
play
the
Natural
as
naturally
as
I
can
,
but
you
had
better
come
your self
and
Teach
me
,
for
you
have
put
me
in
a
pure
way
of
taking
your
Instructions
.
[
Exit
Sancho
.
Dalind
.
(
alone
.
)
When
I
consider
what
has
pass'd
between
the
Count
and
me
,
there
's
little
Reason
to
believe
,
a
Man
shou'd
put
on
a
foul
Shirt
again
,
when
he
has
put
it
off
already
,
and
has
change
of
Linnen
by
him
;
however
,
my
Father
shall
know
nothing
of
this
Disguise
,
for
he
that
sold
my
first
Maidenhead
to
the
Lord
,
may
sell
my
second
to
the
Fool
;
and
that
wou'd
be
too
much
in
Conscience
,
that
a
Woman
once
in
twice
,
shou'd
not
have
the
Letting
her
own
Freehold
;
and
therefore
,
I
will
have
the
Selling
of
my self
,
and
Sancho
,
shall
have
the
refusal
of
the
Bargain
.
Wise
Heav'n
,
in
pity
to
the
Sex
,
design'd
Fools
,
for
the
last
Relief
of
Womankind
.
Two
Married
Wits
,
no
quiet
can
enjoy
:
Two
Fools
together
wou'd
the
House
destroy
.
But
Providence
,
to
level
Humane
Life
,
Made
the
Fool
Husband
,
for
the
Witty
Wife
.
[
Exit
Dalinda
.
ACT
III.
SCENE
I.
The
Scene
,
Victoria's
Chamber
.
Enter
Alphonso
,
with
Musick
.
A
Song
is
Sung
:
when
it
is
beginning
,
Victoria
Enters
.
Song
of
Jealousie
.
1.
WHat
State
of
Life
can
be
so
blest
As
Love
,
that
warms
a
Lover's
Breast
?
Two
Souls
in
one
,
the
same
desire
To
grant
the
Bliss
,
and
to
require
!
But
if
in
Heav'n
a
Hell
we
find
,
'T
is
all
from
thee
,
O
Jealousie
!
'T
is
all
from
thee
,
O
Jealousie
!
Thou
Tyrant
,
Tyrant
Jealousie
,
Thou
Tyrant
of
the
Mind
!
2.
All
other
ills
,
tho
sharp
they
prove
,
Serve
to
refine
,
and
perfect
Love
:
'
In
absence
,
or
unkind
disdain
,
Sweet
Hope
relieves
the
Lover's
pain
:
But
ah
,
no
Cure
but
Death
we
find
,
To
set
us
free
From
Jealousie
:
O
Jealousie
!
Thou
Tyrant
,
Tyrant
Jealousie
,
Thou
Tyrant
of
the
Mind
.
3.
False
,
in
thy
Glass
all
Objects
are
,
Some
set
too
near
,
and
some
too
far
:
Thou
art
the
Fire
of
endless
Night
,
The
Fire
that
burns
,
and
gives
no
Light.
All
Torments
of
the
Damn'd
we
find
In
only
thee
O
Jealousie
!
Thou
Tyrant
,
Tyrant
Jealousie
,
Thou
Tyrant
of
the
Mind
!
[
Exeunt
Musitians
.
Alphon.
'T
IS
true
,
my
Tyrant
Father
has
confin'd
me
;
But
Love
,
who
traverses
the
World
at
will
,
Who
knows
not
Awe
,
nor
Law
,
nor
Parentage
,
Has
broke
my
Tedder
,
and
enlarg'd
my
bounds
.
Vict.
Retire
betimes
,
the
Court
is
full
of
Eyes
;
As
Eagles
sharp
,
fatal
as
Basilisques
;
Who
Live
on
Looking
,
and
who
See
to
Death
.
Alphon.
I
come
but
to
depart
,
and
go
for
ever
:
Because
denied
the
common
Rights
of
Nature
;
Which
the
First
Brother
,
and
First
Sister
had
.
Why
,
were
not
you
and
I
that
Happy
Pair
?
But
Nature
doats
with
Age.
Vict.
What-e're
it
be
,
't
is
past
redress
,
Alphonso
.
Alphon.
But
then
,
shall
Gareia
take
thee
in
his
Arms
?
Glutted
with
Joys
,
which
I
wou'd
dye
to
Tast
:
No
,
let
me
stab
the
Wretch
in
every
Vein
;
And
leave
him
dry
of
Pleasure
,
e're
we
part
.
Vict.
Alphonso
,
no
,
you
cannot
Kill
Don
Garcia
,
But
you
declare
the
Cause
,
and
own
your
Love.
Alphon.
And
what
care
I
,
what
after
Ages
say
Alphonso
did
,
to
make
Alphonso
Happy
?
But
oh
,
you
Love
;
and
wou'd
preserve
his
Life
To
be
for
ever
his
.
Vict.
My
Dearest
Brother
:
I
Hate
your
Rival
,
and
I
Dye
for
you
.
All
but
my
Spotless
Honour
shall
be
yours
.
Alphon.
By
Heaven
!
but
that
word
Heaven
comes
cross
my
Thoughts
—
Vict.
Beware
;
for
by
my
own
,
I
guess
your
Passion
.
You
wou'd
I
fear
—
Alphon.
Enjoy
my
Heaven
one
moment
.
—
Vict.
And
part
with
it
for
ever
:
Think
on
that
.
Alphon.
That
moment
were
Eternity
in
little
:
A
mighty
Summ
,
but
taken
on
content
;
To
save
the
tedious
telling
o're
and
o're
.
Vict.
Oh
,
we
are
too
long
together
.
Alphon.
Fear
you
that
?
Vict.
I
ought
to
fear
it
;
but
I
trust
my
Virtue
.
Depart
,
my
Soul
,
I
will
not
ask
you
whither
;
For
fear
,
I
shou'd
Repent
of
my
Repentance
;
And
follow
you
to
Death
.
Alphon.
I
go
,
Victoria
:
But
Love's
cold
Fit
of
Jealousie
returns
;
You
must
not
be
Don
Garcia's
;
Swear
,
you
will
not
.
Vict.
I
Swear
I
will
not
,
by
my
own
consent
.
Alphon.
You
may
be
forc'd
;
oh
,
cursed
Jealousie
,
Thou
Bastard
Son
of
Love
,
unlike
thy
Father
,
Why
dost
thou
still
Torment
me
?
Vict.
Trust
my
Honour
.
Alphon.
That
may
be
chaft
into
a
warmth
,
Victoria
.
Talk
,
Seeing
,
Touching
,
are
Incendiaries
.
And
these
may
mount
your
Young
Desires
,
like
Straw
To
meet
the
Jett
that
draws
you
.
Vict.
Trust
my
Love.
Alphon.
I
Swear
I
trust
it
,
but
I
fear
your
Beauty
:
'T
is
a
fair
Fruit
that
hangs
upon
the
Bough
:
Tempts
and
is
Tempted
.
Vict.
'T
is
indeed
a
Fruit
;
Seen
and
desir'd
of
all
,
while
yet
unpull'd
,
But
can
be
gathered
by
one
only
Hand
.
Alphon.
That
one
,
is
Garcia
;
still
the
Fit
returns
;
I
wish
my
Jealousie
cou'd
quench
my
Love.
Vict.
It
cannot
,
if
I
measure
yours
by
mine
:
Or
if
extinguisht
,
like
a
trail
of
smoak
From
a
Wax
Taper
,
soon
wou'd
light
again
.
Alphon.
'T
is
so
,
for
when
I
say
I
will
not
Love
,
Then
I
Love
most
:
Farewell
my
only
Joy
,
I
go
to
hide
me
from
the
World
and
you
.
Victo
.
As
when
the
Sun
is
down
,
His
Light
is
clipt
into
a
thousand
Stars
,
So
your
sweet
Image
,
tho
you
shine
not
on
me
,
Will
guild
the
horrour
of
the
Night
,
and
make
A
pleasing
Scene
of
solitary
Grief
.
Enter
Veramond
and
Ximena
,
he
with
an
Ovid
in
his
hand
.
Vera.
How
dar'st
thou
,
Rebel
,
thus
provoke
my
Patience
,
Beyond
all
sufferance
,
and
transgress
thy
Bounds
?
Alphon.
When
Kings
and
Fathers
,
on
their
Sons
and
Subjects
Exact
intollerable
things
to
bear
,
Nature
and
Self-defence
dispence
with
Duty
.
Vera.
Oh
Heaven
,
what
horrid
Sin
have
I
committed
!
That
I
was
punish'd
to
beget
this
Son
?
Alph.
I
cou'd
ask
Heaven
another
Question
too
;
But
that
't
is
not
so
decent
:
In
few
words
,
Hither
I
came
to
take
my
latest
leave
Of
dear
Victoria
,
then
depart
for
ever
.
And
buried
in
some
solitary
Cave
,
Forgetting
and
forgotten
,
end
my
Days
.
Vera.
'T
is
what
thou
hast
deserv'd
:
perform
thy
Pennance
.
Ximen
.
So
hard
a
Sentence
for
so
small
a
Fault
?
Are
you
a
Father
,
Sir
?
Vera.
Is
he
a
Son
?
Thou
know'st
not
his
Offence
.
But
mark
the
glowing
Blood
,
the
guilty
Flush
Upon
Victoria's
Face
,
and
read
it
there
.
Ximen
.
I
know
not
what
you
mean.
Vera.
Victoria
,
speak
And
clear
your self
—
She
answers
not
a
word
.
Nay
then
my
fears
are
true
,
on
both
sides
guilty
.
Victo
.
(
aside
.
)
'T
is
found
;
and
we
are
lost
.
Vera.
But
what
needs
more
Conviction
:
Know
you
this
?
[
Shewing
the
Ovid
to
Alphonso
.
This
Book
the
Tutor
of
Incestuous
Love
?
The
Page
is
doubled
down
,
and
points
thee
to
thy
Crime
.
I
fear'd
,
before
,
from
every
rolling
glance
;
How
quick
they
shot
upon
thy
Sister's
Face
:
And
she
receiv'd
them
all
,
like
smoaking
Flax
;
Confess'd
the
Fire
,
and
answer'd
to
the
Flame
.
Vict.
I
Love
my
Brother
,
and
avow
that
Fire
:
His
Love
to
me
,
has
rais'd
his
Noble
Thoughts
To
Brave
Atchievements
,
for
your
Crown
and
you
.
For
Love's
the
Steel
,
that
strikes
upon
the
Flint
:
Gives
Coldness
Heat
,
exerts
the
hidden
Flame
;
And
spreads
the
Sparkles
round
,
to
warm
the
World.
Vera.
Oh
Heav'ns
,
she
makes
a
Merit
of
her
Crime
.
Victoria
,
I
wou'd
yet
think
better
of
thee
,
And
therefore
dare
I
not
enquire
too
far
;
Willing
to
doubt
the
Guilt
I
fear
to
find
.
Depart
,
and
Answer
not
.
[
Exit
Victoria
.
For
thee
,
whom
I
abhor
to
call
my
Son
,
[
To
Alphonso
.
And
wish
thou
wert
a
Stranger
to
my
Blood
—
Ximena
.
(
aside
.
)
That
was
a
happy
hint
;
I
must
improve
it
.
Vera.
One
way
,
and
only
one
,
remains
to
clear
thee
:
If
,
with
a
Holy
Fire
,
thou
Lov'st
thy
Sister
,
Aspiring
but
to
Fame
,
not
sinking
down
Into
th'
abyss
of
Lust
unnatural
,
Consent
that
she
may
be
Don
Garcia's
Wife
;
Else
give
the
Lye
to
all
thy
fair
Pretences
;
And
stand
expos'd
a
Monster
of
Mankind
:
Foul
as
the
Fiends
,
which
fell
from
Heaven's
high
Towers
,
Fall
thou
from
Empire
so
;
and
from
my
sight
;
Depart
,
Accurst
for
ever
.
Alph.
Gladly
I
leave
you
;
but
shall
go
more
lightly
,
If
eas'd
of
this
your
dreadful
Imprecation
:
O!
let
me
go
unloaded
with
your
Curse
;
And
I
will
bless
you
for
my
Banishment
.
Vera.
So
may
that
Blessing
or
that
Curse
o'retake
thee
,
As
thou
Obey'st
or
Disobey'st
my
Will.
Alph.
Guiltless
of
Sin
,
with
Conscience
to
my
Friend
,
I
go
,
to
shun
that
fatal
Hour
,
that
shews
me
Victoria
Married
,
and
Alphonso
lost
.
[
He
's
going
.
Ximena
.
Stay
yet
,
Alphonso
;
for
one
moment
stay
:
For
somewhat
,
if
I
durst
,
I
have
to
speak
,
Which
wou'd
at
least
take
half
thy
load
away
;
And
free
thy
shoulders
from
the
weight
of
Sin.
Vera.
Ximena
,
dar'st
thou
hope
to
palliate
Incest
,
And
gild
so
black
a
Crime
?
Ximena
.
I
gild
it
not
;
but
if
I
prove
it
none
,
You
may
be
kind
,
Alphonso
may
be
happy
,
And
these
Domestick
Jarrs
,
for
ever
cease
.
Vera.
Explain
your self
.
Ximena
.
Afford
me
then
your
Patience
.
A
mighty
Secret
labours
in
my
Soul
,
And
like
a
rushing
Stream
breaks
down
the
Dam
;
This
day
must
give
it
vent
,
it
rests
in
you
To
make
it
end
in
a
Tempestuous
Night
,
Or
in
a
Glorious
Evening
.
Vera.
No
more
Preface
.
Ximena
.
You
wonder
at
Alphonso's
haughty
Carriage
,
His
fiery
Temper
,
and
his
awless
Mind
.
Vera.
Too
true
,
Ximena
.
Ximena
.
And
he
wonders
more
At
your
harsh
Nature
,
and
your
rugged
usage
,
On
each
side
unbecoming
Son
and
Father
;
And
yet
the
cause
of
both
is
to
be
found
.
But
e're
I
farther
shall
proceed
to
speak
;
Command
your
Royal
Prisoner
to
be
brought
;
For
I
must
be
confronted
with
Ramirez
:
And
in
his
Presence
tell
you
wondrous
things
;
Which
if
he
vouch
not
,
let
Ximena
Dye
.
Vera.
I
sent
for
him
to
hear
his
final
Doom
:
And
think
he
waits
without
.
Admit
the
Prisoner
.
[
He
goes
to
the
Door
and
speaks
.
Enter
Ramirez
,
Guarded
.
Now
,
Sir
,
is
yet
your
Haughty
Soul
resolv'd
To
quit
your
empty
Title
for
your
Freedom
?
Ximena
.
Ramirez
,
answer
not
,
to
raise
his
Passion
:
For
now
th'
important
Secret
of
our
Lives
Must
come
to
Publick
view
;
and
on
that
hinge
Depends
thy
Crown
,
thy
Liberty
,
and
Life
,
My
Honour
and
thy
Son
's
.
Alpho.
(
aside
.
)
What
means
my
Mother
?
Vera.
A
Son
,
Ramirez
?
Ram.
Yes
,
a
Son
I
had
.
Vera.
He
Dyed
an
Infant
here
in
Saragossa
.
Ram.
A
living
Son
I
have
;
and
since
the
Queen
Is
pleas'd
t'
expose
my
Life
,
Before
a
Judge
so
prejudic'd
as
you
:
Undaunted
in
the
Face
of
Death
I
speak
;
And
claim
Alphonso
mine
.
Vera.
There
needs
no
more
;
I
spare
thee
all
the
rest
:
My
Wife's
Adultery
,
thy
foul
Interloping
;
My
own
Dishonour
,
and
that
Bastard's
Birth
.
Ximena
.
Injurious
words
,
unfitting
you
to
speak
;
And
me
,
my
Lord
,
and
those
concern'd
to
hear
.
Alph.
(
to
Vera.
)
Tho'
I
wou'd
give
what
e're
the
Sun
beholds
Not
to
be
yours
;
yet
,
when
my
Mother's
Fame
Is
question'd
,
none
shall
wrong
her
Innocence
:
Nor
shall
Ramirez
go
Unpunisht
for
that
Infamous
Aspersion
.
Ramir.
Alphonso
,
Peace
,
your
Father
bids
you
Peace
.
Vera.
Then
,
what
am
I
?
Ramir.
His
Foster-Father
.
Vera.
Impudently
said
:
And
yet
I
hope
't
is
true
;
so
much
I
hate
him
,
That
I
cou'd
buy
the
Publick
Scorn
,
to
be
An
Alien
to
his
Blood.
Ximena
.
Have
patience
,
Sir
;
And
you
shall
have
your
wish
,
on
cheaper
Terms
,
But
hear
me
speak
.
Vera.
Good
Heav'n
,
then
give
me
patience
.
Ximena
.
When
you
and
brave
Ramirez
,
then
your
Friend
,
Me
and
my
Sister
Married
,
four
full
Years
We
pass'd
in
Barren
Wedlock
,
Childless
both
;
Ramirez
,
you
remember
,
brought
his
Queen
To
Saragossa
on
a
friendly
Visit
:
Then
as
we
both
were
Married
on
one
day
;
We
both
Conceiv'd
together
.
Vera.
I
observe
it
:
That
when
Ramirez
came
,
you
both
Conceiv'd
.
Mark
that
;
and
if
thou
hast
the
Face
,
proceed
.
Ximena
.
My
Lord
,
I
dare
;
You
took
me
once
aside
;
and
as
your
Rage
Inspir'd
your
Soul
,
spoke
thus
;
Ximena
,
know
That
if
the
Fruit
thou
bear'st
,
be
not
a
Son
,
Henceforth
,
no
more
my
Queen
,
we
part
for
ever
.
The
word
was
hard
,
I
bore
it
as
I
cou'd
;
I
Pray'd
,
and
Heav'n
in
pity
heard
my
Vows
:
Two
Boys
in
one
fair
Morning
were
disclos'd
;
By
me
,
and
by
my
Sister
.
And
both
the
Fathers
equally
were
Blest
.
Vera.
Say
one
was
Blest
with
two
;
and
speak
more
truly
.
Ximena
.
Forbear
this
Language
,
Sir
;
or
I
am
Dumb
;
It
seems
that
you
deserv'd
not
him
you
had
:
For
,
in
sev'n
days
,
Heav'n
Ravisht
your
Alphonso
;
My
Sister
's
little
Veramond
surviv'd
,
And
she
's
a
Living
Witness
of
this
Truth
.
Great
was
my
Grief
;
but
greater
was
my
Fear
,
From
your
(
alas
)
too
much
experienc'd
Anger
.
Thus
low
reduc'd
,
and
urg'd
by
anxious
Thoughts
,
Of
what
I
might
expect
from
your
unkindness
.
Now
speak
,
Ramirez
;
and
relate
the
rest
;
For
my
Tongue
falters
,
and
denies
its
Office
;
So
much
I
fear
my
Lord
shou'd
take
offence
.
Ramir.
Then
like
,
or
disapprove
it
,
thus
it
was
.
She
told
my
Wife
and
me
this
mournful
Story
,
Her
Fears
for
thy
Resentment
for
thy
loss
,
If
by
misfortune
it
shou'd
reach
thy
Ears
:
Begg'd
Secresie
,
and
then
Implor'd
our
Aid
,
To
substitute
the
Living
for
the
Dead
;
And
make
our
Veramond
pass
for
thy
Alphonso
.
A
hard
Request
,
but
with
compassion
mov'd
,
At
length
,
't
was
granted
.
Vera.
Is
this
true
,
Ximena
?
Ximen
.
So
Heav'n
and
you
forgive
my
Pious
Fraud
,
As
what
he
says
is
certain
.
Alph.
Oh
Joyful
News
,
Oh
Happy
Day
;
too
good
To
end
in
Night
,
—
My
Father
,
and
my
King.
[
Runs
to
Ramirez
,
kneels
to
him
,
and
kisses
his
Hand
.
My
Soul
foreknew
you
with
a
sure
presage
Of
Native
Duty
,
and
Instinctive
Love.
Ramir.
Arise
,
my
Son.
Vera.
You
own
him
then
?
Ramir.
I
do
.
Vera.
A
welcome
riddance
;
Mean
time
,
in
prospect
of
a
double
Crown
,
You
gave
the
Sparrow
leave
to
brood
upon
The
Cuckoo's
Egg.
Ramir.
The
advantage
was
to
you
;
He
prov'd
his
Blood
upon
me
when
we
fought
.
Fierce
Eagles
never
procreate
fearful
Doves
:
I
sent
him
word
he
was
my
Son
,
before
The
Battel
,
but
the
Hand
of
Fate
was
in
it
:
The
Note
miscarried
,
and
we
blindly
met
.
Ximena
.
Past
Accidents
imbitter
both
your
Minds
.
Think
forwards
on
your
mutual
Interests
;
Alphonso
Loves
Victoria
:
I
saw
it
in
the
Seeds
,
before
disclos'd
To
other
Eyes
;
conniv'd
at
it
,
approv'd
it
.
Vera.
A
most
commodious
Mother
!
Ximena
.
Blame
me
not
;
Guilt
there
was
none
,
but
in
their
apprehension
:
And
both
their
Virtues
bar'd
ill
consequences
.
Now
take
the
blest
occasion
by
the
foretop
;
And
,
on
their
Marriage
found
a
lasting
Peace
.
Ramir.
A
trivial
Accident
begot
this
War.
Some
paltry
bounds
of
ill
distinguisht
Earth
;
A
clod
that
lay
betwixt
us
unascertain'd
;
And
Royal
Pride
,
on
both
sides
,
drew
our
Swords
:
Thus
Monarchs
quarrel
,
and
their
Subjects
bleed
.
Remove
your
Land-marks
,
set
'em
where
you
please
:
Stretch
out
your
Arragon
on
my
Castile
;
And
be
once
more
my
Brother
.
Alph.
I
implore
it
:
And
prostrate
,
beg
your
Pardon
,
and
your
Grace
;
I
have
offended
in
my
Proud
Behaviour
;
But
make
Victoria
mine
,
and
what
your
Son
In
Duty
wanted
,
by
your
Son-in-Law
Shall
doubly
be
supply'd
.
Ximena
.
What
,
wou'd
you
more
?
Vera.
(
to
her
.
)
Are
you
the
Mediatrix
of
this
Peace
?
Ximen
.
It
well
becomes
the
sostness
of
my
Sex
;
To
mediate
for
sweet
Peace
,
the
best
of
Blessings
,
And
like
a
Sabine
Wife
,
to
run
betwixt
Relations
lifted
Swords
.
Vera.
A
rare
Chaste
Sabine
,
you
!
To
save
th'
Adulterer
of
thy
Husband's
Bed
:
See
there
Alphonso's
Father
,
that
Old
Goat
,
Who
on
,
Two
Sisters
propagated
Lust
:
And
Got
two
Children
,
for
himself
and
me
.
Suppose
thee
Chaste
,
a
favourable
Guess
To
any
of
thy
Sex
,
these
are
my
Foes
.
(
To
Ramirez
.
)
Thou
first
,
the
former
sharer
of
my
Sheets
:
A
King
without
a
Kingdom
,
thine
is
Conquer'd
;
And
Garcia
with
Victoria
shall
enjoy
it
.
Ramirez
.
So
monstrously
you
wrong
your
Wife
and
me
—
Vera.
No
more
,
my
Will
is
Law.
Ramir.
So
Tyrants
say
.
Vera.
I
will
not
hear
thee
speak
,
conduct
him
hence
;
And
stew
him
in
the
Dungeon's
depth
with
Toads
.
[
The
Guards
carry
off
Ramirez
.
(
To
Alphon.
)
For
thee
the
worthy
Son
of
such
a
Father
—
[
Walks
by
himself
.
Ximen
.
(
to
Alphon.
)
'T
is
desp'rate
now
;
and
I
with
ill-tim'd
zeal
,
Have
hastn'd
your
destruction
.
Alphonso
.
(
to
her
.
)
You
have
Sav'd
me
.
Vera.
(
aside
.
)
Say
I
shou'd
put
th'
ungrateful
Wretch
to
Death
,
He
's
thought
my
Son
,
and
whilst
so
thought
,
't
is
dangerous
.
Imprison
him
;
the
People
might
Rebel
:
He
's
Popular
,
and
I
am
ill-Belov'd
.
Then
Banish
him
,
that
's
best
,
but
yet
unsafe
:
He
may
with
Foreign
Aid
Reconquer
all
.
I
'll
venture
that
,
with
Garcia
to
my
Friend
;
He
shall
recall
his
Troops
,
mine
are
at
hand
And
ready
prest
for
Service
.
[
He
comes
to
Alph.
and
Ximena
.
Ximen
.
Now
the
storm
—
Vera.
(
To
Alph.
)
Thy
Doom's
resolv'd
:
too
gentle
for
thy
Crimes
:
I
spare
thy
Life
,
depart
to
Banishment
;
To
morrow
leave
the
Realm
,
this
day
the
Town
:
And
like
the
Scape-Goat
driv'n
into
the
Desart
,
Bear
all
ill
Omens
with
thee
.
Alph.
Proud
of
my
Exile
,
with
erected
Face
,
I
leave
your
Court
,
your
Town
,
and
your
Dominions
.
Pleas'd
that
I
Love
,
at
least
without
a
Crime
;
Lighter
by
what
I
lost
:
I
tread
in
Air
Unhappy
,
but
Triumphant
in
despair
.
[
Exit
Alphonso
.
Vera.
Behold
how
haughtily
he
strides
away
,
Lofty
and
bold
;
as
if
not
Banisht
hence
,
But
seeking
for
some
other
place
to
Reign
.
I
think
he
cannot
hope
;
but
lest
he
shou'd
,
Victoria
soon
shall
be
Don
Garcia's
Bride
.
(
To
Ximen
.
)
Go
,
Madam
,
for
I
know
you
are
in
haste
,
To
greet
your
Daughter
with
this
goodly
News
.
Tell
her
,
Alphonso
is
no
more
my
Son.
But
tell
her
too
,
he
shall
not
be
her
Husband
.
Bid
her
prepare
her self
to
Wed
Navarr
:
Whether
by
force
or
by
consent
,
I
care
not
:
To
morrow
shall
determine
that
Affair
.
Nor
shall
my
Will
be
frustrate
,
or
delay'd
:
Kings
are
not
Kings
,
unless
they
be
obey'd
.
[
Exeunt
Ambo.
The
Scene
is
in
the
Street
,
before
Lopez's
House
.
Enter
Sancho
,
Habited
like
Don
Alonzo
de
Cardona
.
Dalinda
meeting
him
.
Dalin.
I
watch'd
your
coming
at
the
Window
,
and
told
my
Father
:
He
's
coming
out
to
welcome
you
.
Sanch.
But
if
I
chance
to
break
out
into
a
little
Wit
sometimes
,
you
'll
excuse
my
frailty
.
Dalin.
Pugh
,
you
are
so
suspicious
of
your self
,
and
have
so
little
reason
for
't
:
be
as
witty
as
you
can
;
I
fear
you
not
.
Enter
Don
Lopez
,
and
salutes
him
.
Lop.
Noble
Conde
,
you
are
welcome
from
the
Wars
:
and
who
did
best
in
the
Battel
,
I
beseech
your
Honour
?
Sanch.
Why
,
next
my
Honour
,
one
Colonel
Sancho
did
best
.
Lop.
Who
,
Sancho
?
he
's
little
better
than
a
Coxcomb
.
Sanch.
Nay
,
he
has
too
much
Wit
;
if
he
had
as
much
Grace
,
't
wou'd
be
better
for
him
.
Lop.
But
he
's
your
Lordship's
Rival
in
my
Daughter
.
Sanch.
Is
he
so
?
then
make
much
of
him
,
Old
Gentleman
.
Lop.
You
wou'd
not
have
me
prefer
him
to
your
Excellency
?
Sanch.
Faith
,
you
can
hardly
chuse
amiss
betwixt
us
two
;
he
's
my
other
self
,
Man.
Lop.
I
make
a
vast
difference
betwixt
you
.
Sanch.
That
shall
be
a
very
good
Jest
between
you
and
me
another
time
.
Dalin.
(
aside
.
)
The
Fool
's
too
much
a
Fool
,
he
's
going
to
discover
himself
,
if
I
prevent
it
not
.
(
To
Lopez
.
)
Make
haste
,
Father
,
and
put
him
upon
the
Point
,
or
he
'll
give
me
up
to
Sancho
.
Lop.
Let
Sancho
be
no
Fool
,
since
your
Lordship
pleases
,
for
he
is
not
bound
to
make
my
Daughter
any
satisfaction
,
as
you
are
.
Sanch.
And
satisfaction
she
shall
have
:
What
,
I
hope
you
don't
think
I
am
an
Eunuch
?
Dal.
(
aside
.
)
Oh
Heaven
!
I
shall
be
ruin'd
between
them
,
I
forgot
to
instruct
my
Father
not
to
meddle
with
that
Point
.
(
To
Lopez
.
)
Say
no
more
of
it
,
I
beseech
you
,
Sir.
Lop.
(
to
her
.
)
'T
is
for
thy
good
;
let
me
alone
:
You
know
you
have
injur'd
the
poor
Girl
,
my
Lord.
Sanch.
Not
to
my
Remembrance
,
Sennor
;
You
and
I
may
have
quarrel'd
,
I
confess
,
and
I
think
I
may
have
given
you
some
hard
words
to
day
.
Dal.
(
aside
.
)
Now
has
he
forgotten
he
's
my
Lord
,
and
is
harping
upon
the
Quarrel
he
had
with
him
as
Sancho
:
this
must
end
in
my
Destruction
.
Lop.
Your
Lordship
and
I
can
have
had
no
Quarrel
to
day
,
for
I
have
not
seen
you
this
Twelve-month
.
Sanch.
That
's
true
;
now
I
remember
my self
,
you
have
not
.
Lop.
But
that
you
have
wrong'd
my
Daughter
is
manifest
.
Dal.
(
to
Sanch.
)
Sir
,
I
must
needs
speak
a
word
with
you
in
private
;
if
you
love
me
,
confess
you
have
enjoy'd
me
;
for
I
told
my
Father
so
on
purpose
to
make
him
the
more
condescending
to
the
Match
.
San.
(
to
her
.
)
A
word
to
the
Wise
,
I
understand
you
;
Now
you
shall
see
me
top
upon
the
old
Fellow
.
(
To
Lopez
.
)
Well
,
Sennor
,
I
won't
stand
with
you
for
a
Night's
Lodging
with
your
Daughter
;
I
acknowledge
I
have
been
a
little
familiar
with
her
,
or
so
:
but
to
make
her
amends
I
will
marry
her
,
and
consummate
with
her
most
abundantly
.
Lop.
Then
all
shall
be
set
right
,
and
the
Man
shall
have
his
Mare
again
.
Enter
Carlos
habited
like
Sancho
.
Lop.
What
,
another
Don
Alonzo
?
this
is
Prodigious
!
Carl.
(
aside
,
seeing
Sancho
.
)
Bless
me
,
the
Post
is
taken
up
already
,
and
the
true
Count
is
here
before
me
.
Dal.
(
aside
.
)
This
is
not
my
Conde
:
but
some
other
Counterferfeit
.
(
To
Sancho
.
)
You
are
as
true
a
Count
as
he
:
Stand
to
your
Likeness
.
Sanch.
Wou'd
I
were
out
of
my
Likeness
.
[
Sneaking
back
.
Dal.
Put
forward
,
Man
,
I
'll
second
you
.
Sanch.
But
what
a
Devilish
high
Back
he
has
gotten
too
,
he
'll
carry
me
away
a
pick
a
pack
,
that
's
certain
.
Carl.
(
aside
.
)
I
find
him
now
:
by
their
whispering
,
and
by
his
aukwardness
,
this
must
be
Sancho
;
and
I
'll
out-face
him
.
(
To
Lopez
.
)
Sennor
Don
Lopez
,
I
am
come
by
your
Permission
,
to
renew
my
Addresses
to
your
fair
Daughter
.
Lop.
Your
Lordship
is
most
welcome
.
Sanch.
Whose
Lordship
?
Lop.
Why
,
one
of
your
Lordships
;
I
know
not
which
;
for
by
your
Backs
you
are
both
my
Lords
:
That
's
as
you
two
can
agree
the
matter
.
Sanch.
(
to
Carlos
.
)
Sirrah
,
where
did
you
steal
that
Back
of
mine
?
Carl.
Sirrah
,
I
was
born
with
it
;
but
what
He
Cammel
has
your
Mother
been
dealing
withal
,
that
you
are
begotten
in
my
Resemblance
?
Sanch.
What
,
I
hope
you
won't
pretend
to
pafs
for
the
true
Conde
?
Carl.
I
am
Don
Alonzo
de
Cardona
.
Sanch.
And
so
am
I.
Carl.
If
you
stay
a
little
longer
,
I
'll
stretch
your
Bones
till
you
are
as
streight
as
an
Arrow
.
Sanch.
Do
not
provoke
me
;
I
am
mischievously
bent
.
Carl.
Nay
,
you
are
bent
enough
in
Conscience
,
but
I
have
a
bent
Fist
for
Boxing
.
Sanch.
And
I
have
a
streight
Foot
for
Kicking
.
[
They
come
up
to
each
other
.
Lop.
Here
will
be
Blood-shed
immediately
;
hold
Noblemen
both
;
will
ye
be
content
that
I
should
examine
ye
;
and
then
stand
to
my
award
which
is
the
true
Conde
.
Sanch.
Well
,
to
save
Christian
Blood
,
I
will.
Carl.
And
to
save
Jewish
Blood
,
that
's
your
Blood
,
Sirrah
,
I
am
contented
too
.
Lop.
(
to
Carlos
.
)
What
Command
had
you
,
my
Lord
,
in
the
last
Battel
?
Carl.
I
had
none
;
I
was
a
Volunteer
,
and
Charg'd
with
Honourable
Colonel
Carlos
in
the
Fight
.
Lop.
(
to
Sancho
.
)
And
what
Command
had
your
Lordship
there
?
Sanch.
I
had
none
neither
;
and
I
charg'd
with
that
Rogue
,
Carlos
.
Lop.
(
aside
.
)
So
far
they
are
both
right
,
as
I
have
heard
.
(
To
Sancho
.
)
And
what
became
of
you
afterwards
?
Sanch.
Now
I
am
pos'd
;
for
Carlos
told
me
he
knew
nothing
of
the
Count
afterwards
:
Sennor
,
I
do
not
well
remember
what
became
of
me
,
for
I
was
in
a
very
great
Passion
;
but
I
did
prodigious
things
,
that
's
certain
.
Carl.
(
to
Lop.
)
Sennor
,
you
may
see
he
's
a
Counterfeit
,
because
he
knows
nothing
of
himself
;
but
I
,
the
true
Conde
,
was
trodden
under
the
Horses
Feet
,
and
lay
for
dead
above
half
an
hour
.
Sanch.
Well
;
and
now
I
remember
my self
,
I
was
laid
for
dead
too
for
just
about
half
a
year
.
Lop.
(
to
Dalind
.
)
This
is
the
wrong
Lord
,
he
can
say
nothing
but
what
the
other
Lord
has
said
before
him
.
Dalin.
Then
he
's
the
likelier
to
be
the
true
Conde
,
for
he
's
a
Fool
,
Father
.
Carl.
You
see
,
Sennor
,
he
does
not
remember
what
became
of
him
,
as
I
said
before
.
Sanch.
How
wou'd
you
have
a
Man
remember
,
when
he
was
laid
for
dead
?
Carl.
But
I
recover'd
,
Rogue
,
and
pursu'd
the
Enemy
.
Sanch.
And
I
recover'd
,
and
pursu'd
'em
too
,
for
above
an
hundred
miles
together
,
at
full
speed
.
Lop.
That
's
farther
than
you
needed
by
three
score
miles
;
for
't
is
but
forty
from
the
place
of
Battel
to
the
City
.
Carl.
Yes
,
at
full
speed
upon
the
same
Horse
,
and
never
drew
Bit
neither
.
Sanch.
(
to
Dalin.
)
Help
me
,
dear
Dalinda
!
I
am
Bogg'd
,
you
see
.
Dalin.
(
to
him
.
)
That
's
with
pursuing
your
Enemies
too
far
;
but
I
'll
help
you
out
again
—
(
To
Lopez
.
)
Pray
,
Sir
,
let
me
examine
'em
a
little
.
Lop.
You
'll
make
nothing
of
that
first
Conde
.
Dalin.
Yes
,
a
Son-in-Law
,
I
warrant
you
.
(
To
them
.
)
Which
of
you
two
promis'd
me
Marriage
?
Both.
I
did
.
Dalin.
(
to
Carl.
)
And
did
you
enjoy
me
?
Carl.
Heaven
forbid
,
Madam
:
what
,
before
Marriage
?
Dalin.
(
to
Sanch.
)
And
what
did
you
?
Sanch.
I
did
enjoy
her
,
so
I
did
:
and
there
I
was
before
you
,
for
a
false
Conde
as
you
are
.
Carl.
Speak
for
your self
,
Madam
,
and
clear
your
Reputation
,
from
that
scandalous
Companion
.
Dalin.
(
with
her
Fan
before
her
face
.
)
I
must
confess
the
true
Conde
has
enjoy'd
me
;
the
more
my
Frailty
.
Lop.
The
matter
mends
on
that
side
.
Sanch.
Now
Good
man
Goose-cap
,
who
's
the
most
a
Man
of
Honour
,
he
who
has
enjoy'd
a
fair
Lady
,
or
he
who
has
only
lickt
his
Lips
,
and
gone
without
her
?
Carl.
(
aside
.
)
I
see
she
takes
his
part
;
this
is
all
a
Lye
contriv'd
betwixt
'
em
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
Mess.
(
to
Dalind
.
)
Madam
,
I
am
sent
to
you
on
a
sad
Errand
from
the
late
Conde
Don
Alonzo
,
who
was
kill'd
in
the
last
Battel
.
Lop.
You
are
mistaken
,
Friend
;
for
here
he
stands
alive
,
and
well
.
[
Pointing
to
Sancho
.
And
for
fear
of
failing
,
here
's
a
Counterpart
of
him
.
[
Pointing
to
Carlos
.
Mess.
Do
not
abuse
your self
,
Sennor
;
neither
of
these
is
the
true
Conde
:
I
took
him
from
under
the
Horses
Feet
,
and
he
had
only
life
enough
to
say
,
Remember
me
to
my
fair
Dalinda
.
Lop.
(
to
Sanch.
)
What
does
your
Lordship
say
to
this
?
Sanch.
He
was
fairly
kill'd
,
I
must
confess
:
but
I
can
give
you
a
better
account
of
his
Lordship
afterwards
.
Lop.
You
?
why
,
who
are
you
?
Sanch.
Nay
,
I
am
he
too
.
Mess.
You
see
he
's
a
Counterfeit
;
and
so
is
the
other
.
Lop.
'T
is
too
true
.
Dal.
Did
the
Conde
leave
me
nothing
in
his
Will
?
Mess.
Not
a
Cross
,
Madam
.
Dalin.
There
's
the
same
Payment
for
your
News
;
be
gone
,
poor
Fellow
.
[
Exit
Messenger
.
Carl.
At
least
I
have
the
satisfaction
that
he
's
discover'd
as
well
as
I
am
.
[
Throwing
off
some
part
of
his
Disguise
.
Now
,
Sancho
,
you
are
welcome
to
the
discovery
of
your
fine
Intrigue
.
Lop.
Then
,
Sancho
,
I
make
good
my
word
to
you
;
since
the
Conde
is
dead
,
you
stand
fairest
for
my
Daughter
;
and
you
,
Cousin
Carlos
,
with
your
Wit
and
your
Poverty
,
are
in
Statu
Quo
:
Come
away
,
Son-in-Law
,
and
leave
the
forsaken
Lover
to
make
himself
a
Willow
Garland
.
[
Exeunt
Sancho
,
Lopez
,
and
Dalinda
.
Carl.
Yet
if
I
cou'd
hinder
Sancho
from
marrying
her
,
I
shou'd
make
my self
some
satisfaction
.
I
'll
think
on
't
farther
;
and
something
comes
into
my
head
already
.
[
Stands
musing
.
Enter
Alphonso
.
Alph.
Now
Carlos
,
what
make
you
here
in
this
Disguise
?
I
have
been
looking
for
you
at
least
half
an
hour
.
Carl.
Only
a
Masquerade
,
Sir
,
an
innocent
Diversion
in
times
of
Peace
.
Alph.
No
,
Carlos
,
these
are
times
of
War
,
not
Peace
:
I
must
abruptly
tell
you
what
is
past
:
I
am
Ramirez
Son
,
not
Veramond's
.
I
love
Victoria
,
and
for
her
am
banisht
.
Carl.
Just
my
own
condition
:
I
have
had
a
Revolution
in
my
small
Affairs
too
;
I
am
banisht
,
and
going
to
look
for
the
next
commodious
Tree
to
make
a
wry
Face
upon
it
.
Alph.
I
know
you
Brave
;
and
if
you
love
me
still
,
Follow
my
Fortune
;
yours
shall
be
my
Care
,
Our
Army
lies
Encamp'd
without
the
Walls
:
Your
Regiment
is
Quarter'd
in
the
Town
:
I
think
I
can
with
ease
Revolt
the
Troops
,
Because
they
love
me
;
and
with
their
Assistance
,
Release
my
Father
;
and
redeem
my
Mistress
:
While
you
and
yours
,
at
an
appointed
Signal
,
Procure
me
Entrance
.
Carl.
Right
;
and
force
the
Gate
.
—
Alph.
That
's
all
I
ask
:
I
think
my self
as
worthy
To
wed
Victoria
,
as
this
Foreign
Prince
:
But
if
you
find
Reluctance
to
this
Action
,
Now
speak
,
that
I
may
seek
some
other
Friend
.
Carl.
No
,
Sir
;
I
shall
never
break
with
you
for
so
small
a
matter
as
a
Rebellion
,
I
warrant
you
for
my
Souldiers
,
they
'll
never
flinch
,
when
there
's
a
Town
to
Plunder
.
Alph.
The
Signal
and
the
Time
shall
be
concerted
:
Victoria
be
the
Word
—
That
happy
Name
our
bold
Attempt
shall
bless
;
And
give
an
Omen
of
assur'd
Success
.
[
Exeunt
severally
.
ACT
IV.
SCENE
I.
The
Scene
a
Street
;
with
a
Temple
at
a
distance
.
Enter
Garcia
,
with
a
Letter
in
his
Hand
;
Ximena
and
Celidea
.
Garcia
.
MAY
I
believe
you
,
't
is
Victoria's
Hand
?
For
't
is
a
strange
Request
.
Ximen
.
So
may
it
move
your
Noble
Mind
to
pity
,
As
what
the
Paper
tells
you
is
most
true
.
She
gave
it
me
;
and
with
a
thousand
sighs
,
Begg'd
me
to
recommend
her
Life
,
her
Love
,
And
all
her
hopes
of
Happiness
to
you
.
Garc.
To
break
my
Marriage
off
,
renounce
her
Bed
,
To
stand
excluded
from
my
promis'd
Bliss
,
And
as
my
proper
Act
to
do
all
this
?
Disdainful
,
Faithless
,
and
Ungrateful
Maid
!
Celid.
Disdainful
and
Ungrateful
;
but
not
Faithless
.
Because
she
never
vow'd
nor
promis'd
Love
;
But
only
to
Alphonso
.
Xime
.
They
lov'd
not
as
a
Brother
and
a
Sister
,
But
as
the
Fair
and
Brave
each
other
Love.
For
sympathy
of
Souls
inspir'd
their
Passion
.
Gar.
That
sympathy
which
made
him
Love
Victoria
,
Has
caus'd
the
same
effect
of
Love
in
me
.
Celid.
But
not
in
her
:
She
Lov'd
him
first
,
my
Lord
;
And
you
Besieg'd
a
Town
already
his
.
As
you
for
her
,
others
may
Dye
for
you
;
And
plead
that
Argument
to
hope
your
Love
,
If
the
same
Reason
hold
.
Gar.
No
doubt
it
wou'd
,
Were
not
my
Soul
already
prepossest
.
Celid.
So
is
Victoria's
Soul
,
for
her
Alphonso
.
And
that
's
her
Plea
for
Constancy
to
him
.
Gar.
My
Reason
is
convinc'd
,
but
not
my
Passion
.
For
I
must
Love
,
and
Loving
must
Enjoy
.
Celid.
Others
must
not
Enjoy
,
and
yet
must
Love.
Xime
.
You
cannot
Wed
Victoria
but
by
force
:
And
force
can
only
make
her
Person
yours
.
Think
what
a
fatal
Doom
you
pass
on
her
,
To
make
your self
half
happy
.
Gar.
When
she
's
mine
I
will
persue
her
with
so
dear
a
Passion
,
So
chafe
her
coldness
with
my
warm
Embraces
,
That
she
shall
melt
at
length
,
hard
as
she
is
;
And
run
like
stubborn
Mettal
.
Celid.
No
,
my
Lord
,
Victoria
is
not
form'd
of
Steel
,
but
Marble
,
Which
is
not
made
to
melt
,
but
flies
the
Fire
;
And
neither
yields
nor
softens
to
the
flames
.
Gain
her
Esteem
at
least
,
her
Love
is
hopeless
.
Gar.
Esteem
,
a
scanty
,
mean
Reward
of
Passion
,
That
pays
not
half
the
value
of
the
loss
.
Celid.
Pay
Scorn
,
with
Scorn
,
and
make
Revenge
a
Pleasure
;
So
Generous
Minds
shou'd
do
,
and
so
shou'd
I
;
What
needs
there
more
,
You
see
who
Loves
you
not
—
And
—
Xime
.
And
she
wou'd
say
,
you
may
behold
who
Loves
you
;
But
Maiden
Bashfulness
has
ty'd
her
Tongue
:
Look
on
her
Eyes
,
they
speak
.
Celid.
(
softly
.
)
A
Language
which
they
never
spoke
before
.
Xime
.
Mark
how
she
whispers
,
like
a
Western
wind
Which
trembles
thro'
the
Forest
;
she
,
whose
Eyes
Meet
ready
Victory
where
e're
they
glance
;
Whom
gazing
Crowds
admire
,
whom
Nations
Court
,
And
(
did
her
Praise
become
a
Mother's
Mouth
)
One
who
cou'd
change
the
Worship
of
all
Climates
,
And
make
a
New
Religion
where
she
comes
;
Unite
the
differing
Faith
of
all
the
World
;
To
Idolize
her
Face
.
Gar.
And
well
she
may
:
Her
Eyes
,
her
Lips
,
her
Cheeks
,
her
Shape
,
her
Features
,
Seem
to
be
drawn
by
Love's
own
Hand
;
by
Love
Himself
in
Love
;
but
oh
,
't
is
now
too
late
,
My
Eyes
have
drank
a
Poison
in
,
before
;
A
former
Basilisk
has
seen
me
first
.
Yet
know
,
Fair
Princess
,
if
there
were
a
part
In
all
my
Breast
,
that
cou'd
receive
a
wound
,
Your
Eyes
cou'd
only
give
it
.
Celid.
So
helpless
Friends
,
when
safe
themselves
a-shoar
,
Behold
a
Vessel
driv'n
against
a
Rock
,
They
Sigh
,
they
Weep
,
they
Counsel
,
and
they
Pray
,
They
stretch
their
unassisting
Hands
in
vain
,
But
none
will
plunge
into
the
raging
Main
,
To
save
the
sinking
Passenger
from
Death
.
Xime
.
Already
see
the
Joyless
Bride
appears
;
Grief
,
Rage
,
Disdain
,
Distraction
and
Despair
Are
equal
in
my
Daughters
diff'rent
Fates
:
In
one
,
to
be
constrain'd
to
be
your
Wife
;
In
one
,
to
be
refus'd
.
Enter
Veramond
and
Victoria
;
led
as
to
Marriage
,
a
Train
follows
;
and
after
it
a
Guard.
Celid.
Great
Nature
break
thy
Chain
,
that
Links
together
The
Fabrick
of
this
Globe
,
and
make
a
Chaos
Like
that
within
my
Soul
;
Oh
Heaven
unkind
That
gives
us
Passions
,
strong
and
unconfin'd
;
And
leaves
us
Reason
for
a
vain
Defence
;
Too
Pow'rful
Rebels
,
and
too
weak
a
Prince
.
[
Garcia
,
Ximena
,
Celidea
,
mix
with
the
Train
,
which
walk
as
in
Procession
,
towards
the
Temple
.
Enter
on
the
sudden
Alphonso
and
Carlos
at
the
head
of
their
Party
;
the
Souldiers
attack
the
Guards
,
and
King
;
and
drive
'em
off
the
Stage
:
Alphonso
fights
with
Garcia
,
grapples
with
him
and
gets
him
under
;
in
the
mean
time
Ximena
,
Victoria
,
and
Celidea
,
retire
to
a
corner
of
the
Stage
:
when
Garcia
is
fall'n
Celidea
runs
,
and
kneels
to
Alphonso
.
Celid.
Oh
spare
him
,
spare
the
Noble
Garcia's
Life
:
Or
take
the
Forfeit
in
the
loss
of
mine
.
How
happy
shou'd
I
be
to
dye
for
him
,
Who
will
not
live
for
me
!
Alph.
(
to
Garcia
.
)
Rise
,
and
be
safe
:
If
you
have
any
Thanks
to
pay
,
reserve
'em
To
give
this
Royal
Maid
.
Gar.
(
rising
.
)
You
'd
been
more
kind
To
take
my
Life
,
for
I
wou'd
throw
it
off
;
Dishonour'd
as
I
am
,
't
is
worn
to
Rags
,
Not
worth
a
Prince's
wearing
.
[
Exit
Garcia
follow'd
by
Celidea
.
Re-enter
Veramond
disarm'd
,
and
led
by
Carlos
.
Vera.
Ungrateful
Traytor
!
Alph.
Hold
thy
peace
,
Old
Man
:
I
do
not
love
t'insult
on
thy
Misfortunes
.
Tho
thou
hast
brought
this
Ruine
on
thy self
.
Vera.
Avenging
Heav'n
—
Alph.
I
prithee
curse
me
not
,
Because
I
held
thee
for
my
Father
once
.
Vera.
Then
wou'd
I
were
thy
Father
,
that
my
Curse
Might
take
the
surer
place
,
and
—
Alph.
Guard
him
hence
;
But
use
no
Violence
to
his
Royal
Person
:
Call
back
the
Souldiers
,
Carlos
,
from
the
Spoil
.
I
have
my
wish
in
having
my
Victoria
,
And
wou'd
no
more
of
him
,
nor
what
is
his
.
[
Carlos
restores
to
Veramond
his
Sword
,
with
Respect
,
and
conducts
him
off
;
Ximena
follows
him
:
Alphonso
waits
on
them
to
the
Door
,
and
returns
.
Vict.
What
have
you
done
,
Alphonso
?
Alph.
What
I
ought
.
Obtain'd
the
Glorious
Prize
for
which
I
fought
;
Redeem'd
you
from
a
Father's
Tyranny
;
And
from
a
hated
Rival
set
you
free
.
Remove
,
my
Fair
,
from
this
unhappy
place
;
The
Scene
of
Sorrows
,
Suff'rings
,
and
Disgrace
:
To
my
Victorious
Camp
with
me
remove
:
The
Scene
of
Triumph
,
and
Rewarded
Love.
Vict.
Mars
has
been
present
with
your
Arms
to
day
,
But
Love
and
Hymen
have
been
far
away
:
You
forc'd
me
from
a
Rival's
Pow'r
,
I
know
;
But
then
you
forc'd
me
from
a
Father
's
too
.
Alph.
What
words
are
these
!
I
feel
my
Vital
Heat
Forsake
my
Limbs
,
my
curdl'd
Blood
retreat
:
Too
much
amaz'd
to
speak
,
in
this
Surprize
,
With
silent
Grief
,
on
yours
I
fix
my
Eyes
:
To
learn
the
reasons
of
your
Change
from
thence
;
To
read
your
cruel
Doom
,
and
my
Offence
.
Vict.
Your
Arms
,
and
Glorious
Action
,
I
approve
:
Esteem
your
Honour
,
and
Embrace
your
Love.
Alph.
My
Soul
recovers
,
as
a
gentle
Show'r
Refreshes
and
revives
a
drooping
Flow'r
.
I
'm
yours
so
much
,
so
little
am
my
own
;
Your
Smiles
are
Life
;
and
Death
is
in
your
Frown
.
Vict.
But
oh
,
a
hard
request
is
yet
behind
;
Which
,
for
my
sake
,
endure
with
equal
Mind
:
Your
Debt
of
Honour
you
have
clear'd
this
day
;
But
mine
of
Duty
,
still
remains
to
pay
:
Restore
my
Liberty
,
and
let
me
go
To
make
a
full
Discharge
of
all
I
owe.
Alph.
What
Debts
but
those
of
Love
have
you
to
clear
?
Are
you
not
free
,
are
you
not
Soveraign
here
?
And
were
you
not
a
Slave
,
before
I
broke
Your
fatal
Chains
,
and
loos'd
you
from
the
Yoke
?
Vict.
'T
is
trne
,
I
was
;
but
that
Captivity
,
Tho
hard
to
bear
,
was
more
becoming
me
.
A
Slave
I
am
;
but
Nature
made
me
so
,
Slave
to
my
Father
,
not
my
Father's
Foe
:
Since
,
then
,
you
have
declar'd
me
Free
,
this
hour
I
put
my self
within
a
Parent
's
Power
.
Alph.
Cruel
Victoria
!
wou'd
you
go
from
hence
,
And
leave
a
desolate
,
despairing
Prince
?
Is
this
the
Freedom
you
demand
from
me
;
Are
these
the
Vows
,
and
this
the
Constancy
?
Put
off
the
Mask
:
for
I
too
well
perceive
Whom
you
resolve
to
love
,
and
whom
to
leave
:
Go
,
teach
me
at
my
own
Expence
,
to
find
What
change
a
day
can
make
in
Womankind
.
Vict.
Think
not
a
day
,
or
all
my
Life
,
can
make
Victoria's
Heart
her
stedfast
Love
forsake
:
I
plighted
you
my
Faith
:
and
I
renew
My
Vows
once
more
,
to
love
but
only
you
.
Alph.
You
vow'd
no
time
our
Fortune
shou'd
divide
:
And
well
't
was
kept
,
like
all
your
Vows
beside
;
When
ev'n
this
hour
you
went
to
be
a
Bride
.
Vict.
I
went
;
but
was
securely
first
prepar'd
:
For
this
was
my
Redemption
or
my
Guard.
[
Pulls
out
a
Dagger
.
Let
this
your
causeless
Jealousie
remove
;
And
learn
no
more
to
doubt
Victoria's
Love.
Alph.
That
satal
Proof
I
never
did
desire
.
Vict.
And
yet
a
Proof
more
fatal
you
require
.
Which
wou'd
,
with
Infamy
,
my
Name
persue
;
To
fly
my
Father
,
and
to
follow
you
.
Alph.
Your
Love
you
forfeit
,
if
you
go
away
.
Vict.
I
forfeit
my
Obedience
if
I
stay
.
Alph.
You
may
transfer
your
Duty
,
and
be
mine
.
Vict.
Yes
,
when
my
Father
shall
his
Claim
resign
:
For
when
the
Nuptial
Knot
our
Love
assures
;
All
that
was
his
before
,
is
,
after
,
yours
.
Alph.
Then
,
when
you
vow'd
your
Love
,
you
falsly
swore
.
Vict.
I
love
you
much
,
but
love
my
Honour
more
.
Alph.
You
hate
my
Rival
,
yet
you
take
the
way
To
make
you
his
inevitable
Prey
.
Vict.
Beasts
fear
not
more
to
be
the
Hunter's
Spoil
.
Alph.
Then
sure
you
wou'd
not
run
into
the
Toyl
.
How
ill
your
Actions
with
your
Words
agree
!
Vict.
This
Friend
is
still
at
hand
to
set
me
free
.
[
Holding
up
the
Dagger
.
Alph.
Let
me
not
live
to
see
that
Fatal
Hour
:
Rather
return
into
your
Father's
Pow'r
.
Rather
return
into
his
Arms
again
,
For
whom
your
Lost
Alphonso
you
disdain
.
If
one
must
dye
,
to
set
your
Honour
free
,
You
have
already
cast
the
Lot
on
me
.
Death
is
my
only
way
to
clear
my
Fame
;
Which
must
be
Branded
with
a
Coward
's
Name
,
If
basely
I
resign
Victoria's
Charms
,
And
tamely
give
you
to
my
Rival's
Arms.
Vict.
To
give
me
to
my
Father
is
no
Crime
.
Alph.
'T
is
still
the
same
;
your
Father
gives
you
him
.
Ungrateful
Woman
!
Vict.
More
ungrateful
Man
!
More
than
I
ought
I
give
,
and
all
I
can
:
But
if
my
Duty
I
prefer
to
you
,
Be
satisfi'd
with
all
that
Love
can
do
.
Alph.
Not
satisfi'd
;
but
yet
your
Will
shall
be
Like
Fates
inviolable
Law
to
me
.
Since
my
Unhappy
Stars
will
have
it
so
,
Depart
from
hence
,
and
leave
your
Father's
Foe
.
Go
then
;
but
quickly
go
;
for
while
you
stay
,
As
on
a
Rack
I
find
my self
decay
;
And
every
Moment
looks
a
part
of
me
away
.
Vict.
I
wish
I
with
my
Duty
cou'd
dispence
:
Heav'n
knows
how
loath
I
am
to
part
from
hence
:
So
,
from
the
Seal
is
soften'd
Wax
disjoyn'd
:
So
,
from
the
Mother
Plant
,
the
tender
Rind
:
But
take
the
latest
Pledge
that
Love
can
give
;
Have
Courage
;
and
for
your
Victoria
Live.
[
She
offers
him
her
Hand
,
he
Kisses
it
:
Exit
Victoria
,
he
Looking
after
her
.
Enter
Ramirez
,
Attended
by
Carlos
,
Ramirez
Embraces
Alphonso
.
Ram.
Prop
of
my
Age
,
and
Pattern
of
my
Youth
,
But
such
as
far
excels
th'
Original
;
Ten
Thousand
Blessings
on
thee
,
for
this
Deed.
Alph.
Heav'n
and
my
Fate
speak
other
Language
to
me
;
No
Blessings
,
none
,
but
millions
of
their
Curses
,
Like
burning
Glasses
,
with
contracted
Beams
,
Are
pointed
on
my
Head.
Ram.
What
words
are
these
,
on
this
Auspicious
Day
!
Alph.
Oh
fly
me
,
fly
me
,
Sir.
Lest
the
Contagion
of
my
Woes
,
Pollute
my
Father's
Joys
;
Victoria's
gone
,
And
with
her
,
went
Alphonso's
Life
,
and
Soul.
Ram.
You
had
her
in
your
Pow'r
;
and
were
too
easie
.
Alph.
Or
rather
she
too
cruel
.
Her
Duty
forc'd
her
hence
,
in
scorn
of
Love.
Ram.
You
must
resume
your
Arms
;
And
force
her
Father's
Will
,
to
make
her
yours
.
Why
,
like
a
Woman
,
stand
you
thus
complaining
,
Born
to
the
Strength
,
and
Courage
of
a
Man
?
Rouze
up
your
Spirits
to
a
just
Revenge
:
Like
Lightning
wastful
,
and
like
Thunder
loud
.
Rivers
of
Blood
shall
run
about
the
Town
;
For
which
you
were
so
lavish
of
your
own
.
Garcia
shall
Dye
;
and
,
by
his
Death
,
remove
The
cause
of
Jealousie
,
and
Injur'd
Love.
The
King
himself
,
th'
ungrateful
King
,
shall
fall
;
Of
all
our
Ills
,
the
curst
Original
.
Alph.
Beseech
you
,
Sir
,
no
more
.
Ram.
Your
Reason
,
Son
?
Alph.
For
you
have
giv'n
my
Soul
so
large
a
swing
,
That
it
bounds
back
again
with
double
force
:
Only
because
you
carried
it
too
far
.
You
've
set
an
Image
of
so
vast
destruction
Before
my
sight
,
that
Reason
shuns
th'
approach
;
And
dares
not
view
the
fearful
precipice
.
Ram.
Is
Vengeance
,
which
is
said
so
sweet
a
Morsel
That
Heav'n
reserves
it
for
its
proper
Tast
,
Is
it
so
soon
dis-relisht
?
Alph.
What
have
the
People
done
?
The
Sheep
of
Princes
,
That
they
shou'd
perish
for
the
Shepherd's
Fault
?
They
bring
their
yearly
Wool
,
to
cloath
their
owners
,
And
yet
when
bare
themselves
,
are
cull'd
for
Slaughter
.
Shou'd
I
do
this
,
what
cou'd
the
Wolf
do
more
,
Than
what
the
Master
did
?
Ram.
Then
Garcia
,
must
he
scape
?
Alph.
'T
is
true
,
I
had
him
at
my
Mercy
once
;
I
shou'd
have
Kill'd
him
then
,
or
once
forgiven
,
Shou'd
spare
him
now
.
Ram.
(
aside
.
)
His
Noble
Soul
relents
!
Alph.
But
then
I
give
Victoria
to
his
Arms
;
And
make
my
own
Destruction
my
own
Act
—
That
fires
my
Blood
again
—
yet
if
she
Love
him
,
Is
Killing
him
she
Loves
,
the
way
to
gain
her
?
No
,
let
him
Live
—
But
Veramond
shall
Dye
;
Who
,
when
he
was
my
Father
as
he
thought
,
When
I
deserv'd
his
Love
;
then
hated
me
.
Ram.
(
aside
.
)
Oh!
now
the
Tempest
drives
another
way
.
Alph.
No
more
deliberation
,
there
it
goes
:
I
'le
Kill
him
first
,
to
satisfie
my
Vengeance
:
And
then
t'
Attone
her
Anger
,
Kill
my self
.
[
Seems
going
hastily
.
Ram.
Hold
,
hold
,
Alphonso
,
Heav'n
and
Earth
and
I
,
Who
have
a
Father's
Title
to
your
Life
,
Forbid
that
Parricide
.
Alph.
Wou'd
you
refuse
a
Mad-Man
leave
to
Sleep
?
'T
is
Sleep
must
cure
me
,
and
that
Sleep
is
Death
.
Ram.
A
Mad-Man
must
be
cool'd
,
to
make
him
Sleep
.
I
have
prepar'd
a
gentle
Opiat
for
you
,
One
Moment's
Patience
,
and
I
will
infuse
it
:
You
see
me
dispossest
of
all
my
State
—
Alph.
Yes
,
to
my
Grief
:
and
to
enhance
that
Grief
,
'T
is
to
my
Sword
,
my
Father
ows
his
Ruin.
Ram.
And
't
is
that
only
Sword
that
can
restore
me
.
It
must
,
and
ought
:
you
owe
it
to
your
Duty
.
Alph.
Duty
was
what
Victoria
urg'd
to
me
:
I
hate
that
fatal
word
,
because
she
us'd
it
;
And
for
a
Cruel
Father
,
left
her
Love.
Ram.
Cou'd
she
do
that
,
for
Veramond
,
a
Tyrant
,
Which
you
refuse
to
me
?
The
Conquering
Troops
of
Arragon
are
yours
:
You
are
their
Life
,
their
Idol
,
and
their
Soul.
Conduct
me
Home
,
and
with
their
Aid
Restore
me
;
And
that
once
done
,
we
shall
not
need
to
Treat
,
For
Veramond
himself
will
send
;
and
sue
For
that
Alliance
,
which
his
Pride
now
scorns
.
Alph.
Long
e're
that
time
,
Victoria
will
be
Garcia's
:
Her
Father
will
not
lose
one
moment's
space
,
To
gratifie
his
Vengeance
with
my
Ruine
:
If
I
wou'd
force
him
,
this
must
be
the
time
:
Which
since
I
now
refuse
,
't
is
lost
for
ever
.
Hear
then
;
and
take
it
as
my
last
resolve
;
Lead
you
the
Troops
:
you
need
not
fear
their
Faith
:
The
Guilt
of
their
Rebellion
make
'em
yours
.
With
them
,
and
with
your
own
,
Restore
your self
.
Ram.
Then
what
becomes
of
you
?
Alph.
No
matter
what
.
Provide
your self
of
some
more
worthy
Heir
.
For
I
am
lost
,
beyond
Redemption
lost
;
Farewel
the
Joys
of
Empire
from
this
moment
:
Farewel
the
Honours
of
the
dusty
Field
;
Here
lay
I
down
this
Instrument
of
Death
.
[
Vngirds
his
Sword
,
and
lays
it
down
.
And
may
it
gird
some
Happier
Souldier's
side
:
For
nothing
it
cou'd
gain
,
can
countervail
To
me
,
the
loss
of
my
Victoria's
Love.
Your
Blessing
,
and
farewel
—
[
Kneels
.
Ram.
Alas
,
I
fear
some
fatal
Resolution
Is
harbour'd
in
your
Soul
:
if
thus
you
leave
me
,
My
Mind
forbodes
,
we
never
more
shall
meet
.
Alph.
Give
not
so
black
an
Omen
to
this
parting
.
For
we
may
meet
again
,
if
Heav'n
thinks
fit
—
A
Beam
of
Comfort
,
like
the
Moon
thro'
Clouds
,
Gilds
the
brown
Horrour
,
and
directs
my
way
.
Blast
not
my
purpose
,
by
refusing
leave
,
Nor
ask
the
means
:
but
know
I
will
not
Dye
Till
I
have
prov'd
th'
extreamest
Remedy
.
And
,
if
Unarm'd
,
I
go
to
tempt
my
Fate
:
Think
my
despair
is
from
Victoria's
Hate
.
[
Exit
Alphonso
.
Ram.
I
might
have
us'd
the
Pow'r
Heav'n
gives
to
Parents
,
And
hindred
his
departure
:
But
somewhat
of
Divine
controul'd
my
Tongue
;
For
Hero's
Souls
,
irregular
to
us
,
Yet
move
like
Planets
in
their
proper
Sphere
;
Performing
even
course
,
In
Paths
uneven
to
beholders
Eyes
.
—
[
Pauses
a
little
.
(
To
Carlos
)
His
words
,
mysterious
as
they
were
,
imported
,
Some
desperate
Design
,
which
I
must
watch
,
And
therefore
dare
not
lead
the
Forces
far
:
But
Camp'd
without
the
Town
at
some
small
distance
;
T'
expect
the
Issue
,
and
prevent
his
Death
.
Carlos
.
Sir
,
what
Orders
give
you
?
for
you
are
now
our
General
.
Ram.
Follow
,
and
you
shall
know
—
[
Exit
Ramirez
.
Carl.
Follow
!
whither
?
No
Plunder
when
the
Town
was
fairly
taken
,
there
's
a
hopeful
General
to
follow
;
the
Son
and
Father
are
both
gone
away
,
without
providing
for
me
,
who
betray'd
the
City
to
'em
;
a
fine
Incouragement
for
Virtue
;
Well
,
these
Monarchs
make
no
more
of
us
Souldiers
,
when
their
turn
is
serv'd
,
than
we
make
of
our
old
batter'd
Horses
;
to
put
us
off
for
Stallions
,
is
the
best
that
can
become
of
us
:
and
those
indeed
are
my
present
Circumstances
:
Dalinda
will
none
,
and
Sancho
is
just
mounting
;
if
I
get
not
between
,
and
thrust
him
off
:
for
which
purpose
I
have
insinuated
to
him
that
I
have
left
Dalinda
for
his
sake
,
and
am
upon
another
Scent
,
—
Yonder
he
comes
:
This
,
and
another
Lye
which
I
have
ready
coin'd
,
will
go
near
to
spoil
his
Market
.
Enter
Sancho
.
Sanch.
Well
,
Carlos
,
the
Hurly
Burly's
quite
over
;
I
met
Ramirez
marching
off
the
Army
;
and
just
afterwards
appear'd
a
Fellow
in
a
Fool
's
Coat
on
Horse-back
,
with
three
Trumpets
;
Herod
,
I
think
they
call'd
him
;
or
some
such
Jewish
Name
.
Carl.
A
Herauld
at
Arms
you
mean.
Sanch.
It
may
be
so
;
but
I
shou'd
have
taken
him
for
some
Pardonner
,
for
he
scatter'd
Indulgences
by
handfuls
to
the
People
,
but
only
they
paid
nothing
for
'
em
.
Carl.
But
did
he
Proclaim
nothing
?
Sanch.
Oh
,
yes
;
and
now
I
remember
,
he
began
his
Speech
with
,
O
Yes
,
too
;
he
Proclaim'd
a
General
Pardon
to
all
Rebels
,
of
which
number
,
you
know
,
you
and
I
,
Carlos
,
were
two
Ring-leaders
.
Carl.
Then
farewell
Ramirez
,
e'en
trudge
on
by
your self
,
for
there
's
an
end
of
my
Expedition
;
I
will
lay
down
my
Arms
like
a
Dutiful
Subject
;
and
submit
to
his
Majesty
when
I
can
rebel
no
longer
.
Sanch.
Very
good
;
and
try
t'other
touch
for
Dalinda
,
will
you
?
Carl.
You
know
I
have
quitted
her
for
your
sake
,
and
now
am
altogether
for
—
Let
me
see
,
what
Lady
am
I
for
?
Sanch.
Pump
,
pump
,
Carlos
;
for
that
's
to
be
invented
yet
.
Carl.
Only
out
of
my
Head
a
little
:
'T
is
the
dead
Count's
Sister
;
a
great
Fortune
since
her
Brother
died
,
but
somewhat
homely
:
She
has
already
made
some
Advances
to
me
,
or
else
I
lye
.
Sanch.
And
will
you
say
To
Have
and
to
Hold
,
with
an
ugly
Woman
?
Carl.
Yes
,
and
For
Better
for
Worse
,
that
is
,
for
Virgin
or
for
Whore
,
as
you
will
,
Sancho
;
who
are
listing
your self
into
the
Honourable
Company
of
Cuckolds
.
Sanch.
What
,
a
Hero
as
I
am
,
to
be
a
Cuckold
?
Carl.
Do
not
disdain
your
Calling
;
Julius
Caesar
was
one
before
you
:
The
Count
has
had
her
by
her
own
Confession
;
so
she
's
a
Nobleman's
Dowager
for
your
Comfort
.
Sanch.
Pugh
,
she
deny'd
it
afterwards
;
that
was
but
a
Copy
of
her
Countenance
.
Carl.
What
if
it
prove
a
Copy
of
the
Conde's
Countenance
,
do
yout
think
she
had
not
a
Bastard
by
him
?
Sanch.
That
was
only
a
Plot
betwixt
us
to
cheat
her
Father
.
Carl.
Did
her
Father
know
nothing
of
it
?
Sanch.
Not
a
Syllable
.
Carl.
Then
when
he
believ'd
you
to
be
the
Count
,
how
came
he
to
charge
you
with
enjoying
her
?
Sanch.
That
is
something
to
the
purpose
;
but
now
I
think
on
't
,
't
is
nothing
neither
;
't
is
but
asking
her
the
Question
,
and
I
know
she
'll
satisfie
me
.
Carl.
And
you
are
resolv'd
to
take
her
word
?
Sanch.
Rather
than
yours
;
for
you
may
have
a
mind
to
have
a
lick
at
the
Honey-pot
your self
.
Carl.
Farewel
;
you
know
I
have
other
business
upon
the
Stocks
.
[
Seems
going
out
.
Sanch.
Stay
,
Carlos
;
I
'm
afraid
you
know
something
more
of
this
bawdy
business
than
you
confess
.
Carl.
Fecks
,
not
I.
Sanch.
Fecks
!
what
a
sneaking
Oath
is
that
for
a
Man
of
Honour
?
Swear
me
bloodily
like
a
Souldier
,
if
you
wou'd
be
believ'd
.
Carl.
Without
Swearing
,
I
believe
her
honest
;
therefore
make
sure
of
her
immediately
.
Sanch.
That
is
,
take
a
Rival's
Counsel
,
and
make
sure
of
being
an
Antedated
Cuckold
.
Carl.
If
you
won't
believe
me
,
I
can't
help
it
;
but
marry
Dalinda
,
and
be
happy
;
for
I
may
prevent
you
,
if
you
make
not
haste
.
Sanch.
Thou
hast
cheated
me
so
often
,
that
I
can't
credit
one
Syllable
thou
say'st
.
Carl.
(
going
out
.
)
Then
take
your
Fortune
.
[
Carlos
pulls
out
his
Handkerchief
to
wipe
his
Face
,
and
drops
a
Letter
.
Yonder
comes
Dalinda
;
I
know
her
by
her
Trip.
I
'll
watch
their
Greeting
.
[
Exit
.
Sanch.
The
Rogue
's
malicious
,
and
wou'd
have
me
marry
her
in
spight
;
besides
he
's
off
and
on
at
so
Devilish
a
rate
,
a
Man
knows
not
where
to
have
him
:
Well
,
I
am
resolv'd
in
the
first
place
not
to
follow
the
Rogue
's
Counsel
,
I
will
not
marry
her
because
he
advis'd
me
to
't
;
and
yet
I
will
marry
her
because
he
counsel'd
me
not
to
marry
her
:
Hey
day
,
I
will
marry
her
,
and
I
will
not
marry
her
:
what
's
the
meaning
of
this
,
Friend
Sancho
?
That
's
taking
the
Rogue
's
advice
one
way
or
t'other
.
[
Sees
the
Letter
,
and
takes
it
up
.
What
,
has
he
dropt
a
Letter
!
To
whom
is
it
directed
?
to
Don
Carlos
D'Ybarra
,
that
's
himself
.
Mutters
,
as
reading
to
himself
.
Dalinda's
Fair.
and
a
Fortune
;
but
marry
her
not
;
for
to
my
knowledge
(
Pox
confound
him
for
his
knowledge
)
she
has
had
a
—
(
What
A
—
Mr.
Friend
?
)
why
,
a
Bastard
,
by
the
late
Conde
:
(
Ay
,
I
thought
as
much
.
)
But
his
Sister
Leonora
is
in
Love
with
you
.
Damn
it
,
I
'll
read
no
more
:
It
agrees
with
what
he
first
told
me
;
and
therefore
it
must
be
all
Orthodox
:
Here
she
comes
too
,
just
in
the
nick
of
my
Revenge
;
but
I
shall
be
very
Laconnick
with
her
.
Enter
Dalinda
.
Dal.
Now
Servant
.
Sanch.
Now
Cockatrice
.
Dal.
You
're
pretty
familiar
—
Sanch.
So
have
you
been
—
Dal.
With
your
Mistress
.
Sanch.
With
the
Conde
,
of
Whoring
Memory
.
Dal.
A
fine
Salutation
!
Sanch.
A
final
parting
.
Dal.
What
's
the
meaning
of
this
!
will
you
come
in
?
Sanch.
Will
you
go
in
?
Dal.
Come
,
look
upon
me
.
[
She
makes
the
Doux
Yeux
to
him
.
Sanch.
I
have
no
Eyes
.
Dal.
Then
I
must
take
you
by
the
Hand
.
[
She
offers
,
and
he
pulls
back
.
Sanch.
I
have
no
Hands
neither
.
Dal.
How
's
this
!
I
have
been
but
too
kind
—
Sanch.
Yes
,
to
the
Conde
.
Dal.
Pugh
,
that
was
a
Jest
,
you
know
.
Sanch.
'T
is
turn'd
to
earnest
.
Dal.
You
know
't
was
of
my
Conception
.
Sanch.
And
of
your
bringing
forth
too
.
Dal.
What
did
I
bring
forth
?
Sanch.
A
Bastard
.
Dal.
Oh
Impudent
!
Sanch.
Woman
.
Dal.
What
Proof
have
you
of
that
Scandal
?
Sanch.
This
,
with
a
Pox
to
ye
.
[
Throws
her
the
Letter
.
[
Exit
.
Patience
,
oh
ye
Gods
!
[
She
takes
up
the
Note
,
and
as
she
is
reading
it
,
Re-enter
Carlos
.
Carl.
Much
good
may
do
you
with
your
Note
,
Madam
;
now
I
think
I
am
Reveng'd
at
full
;
your
Cully
has
forsaken
you
.
Dal.
Well
,
I
did
not
expect
this
from
you
,
Cozen
Carlos
.
Carl.
What
did
you
take
me
for
?
King
Log
in
Aesop's
Fables
,
for
you
to
insult
me
,
and
play
at
leap
Frog
over
me
?
Did
not
you
forsake
me
for
a
Fool
?
Dal.
But
was
not
this
a
terrible
Revenge
of
yours
?
must
you
needs
shew
him
the
Letter
which
has
ruin'd
my
Reputation
,
and
lost
my
Fortune
?
Am
I
the
first
frail
Creature
,
that
had
the
Misfortune
of
two
Great
Bellies
,
and
yet
afterwards
,
was
Decently
Married
,
and
pass'd
for
a
Virgin
?
Carl.
Nay
,
don't
aggravate
the
Matter
:
consult
your
Note
,
and
you●
find
but
one
Bastard
charg'd
upon
you
;
you
see
I
was
not
for
laying
loaders
.
Dal.
A
great
Curtesie
to
bate
me
one
,
as
if
that
was
not
enough
to
do
my
Business
.
Carl.
Well
,
suppose
I
shou'd
discover
this
Contrivance
of
mine
;
and
set
all
right
again
?
Dal.
(
aside
.
)
Contrivance
;
oh
Heaven
!
I
've
undone
my self
,
by
confessing
all
too
soon
.
Carl.
If
I
shou'd
prove
you
Innocent
,
you
'd
prove
ungrateful
?
Dal.
No
,
you
know
I
always
Lov'd
you
.
Carl.
You
've
shewn
it
most
abundantly
,
in
chusing
Sancho
!
Dal.
You
speak
more
truly
than
you
think
:
I
have
shewn
it
.
For
,
since
I
must
confess
the
Truth
to
you
,
I
am
no
Fortune
:
my
Father
,
tho'
he
bears
it
high
to
put
me
off
,
has
Mortgag'd
his
Estate
:
We
keep
Servants
for
shew
,
and
when
we
shou'd
pay
their
wages
,
pick
a
Quarrel
with
their
Service
,
and
turn
'em
off
Pennyless
.
There
's
neither
Sheet
nor
Shirt
in
the
whole
Family
;
the
Lodging
Rooms
are
furnisht
with
Loam
:
and
bare
Mattresses
are
the
Beds
.
The
Dining
Room
,
plays
the
Hypocrite
for
all
the
House
;
for
all
the
Furniture
is
there
:
when
Strangers
Dine
with
us
,
we
Eat
before
the
Servants
,
and
then
they
Fast
;
but
when
we
Dine
alone
,
't
is
all
a
muss
:
They
scramble
for
the
Victuals
,
before
't
is
serv'd
up
,
and
then
we
Fast.
Carl.
The
Spirit
of
Famine
comes
upon
me
,
at
the
very
description
of
it
.
Dal.
Now
,
since
neither
you
nor
I
have
Fortunes
,
what
shou'd
we
do
together
,
unless
we
shou'd
turn
Canibals
,
and
Eat
up
one
another
?
But
if
you
wou'd
make
up
this
foul
Business
,
and
help
me
to
that
Rich
Fool
Sancho
,
I
say
no
more
,
But
—
Carl.
But
thou
wou'dst
be
kind
to
me
;
speak
out
;
for
I
dare
not
trust
thee
;
thou'
rt
such
a
Woman
.
Dal.
You
shou'd
.
—
Carl.
What
shou'd
I
?
Dal.
Why
,
you
shou'd
—
Carl.
Well
,
well
,
I
will
believe
thee
,
tho
my
Heart
misgives
me
plaguily
.
And
therefore
,
in
the
f●●st
place
,
I
beg
your
pardon
for
the
Scandal
I
have
laid
upon
you
:
In
the
next
,
I
restore
your
Virginity
,
and
take
away
your
Bastard
.
Dal.
And
you
'l
tell
Sancho
't
was
a
forg'd
Letter
.
Carl.
No
doubt
on
't
;
for
I
wrote
it
to
my self
;
and
out
of
Revenge
invented
the
whole
Story
.
Dal.
But
suppose
,
Dear
Cozen
;
that
Sancho
shou'd
not
believe
all
this
to
be
your
Invention
;
and
shou'd
still
suspect
the
Letter
to
be
true
?
Carl.
I
can
easily
convince
him
,
by
Writing
the
same
Hand
again
,
in
which
that
Letter
was
Indited
.
Dal.
That
's
an
excellent
Expedient
;
but
do
it
now
;
for
a
Woman
can
never
be
clear'd
too
soon
.
Carl.
But
when
you
are
clear'd
,
you
'l
forget
your
Promise
to
me
—
Dal.
But
if
I
am
not
clear'd
,
I
cannot
Marry
him
;
nor
be
put
in
a
way
to
keep
my
Promise
.
Come
,
I
'le
hold
my
Hand
,
Write
upon
it
,
I
always
carry
Pen
and
Ink
about
me
.
Carl.
Let
me
Seal
my
Affection
first
:
[
Kisses
her
Hand
.
Now
,
what
shou'd
I
write
?
Dal.
Only
these
words
at
the
bottom
of
the
Note
,
in
the
same
Character
.
This
Letter
was
wholly
forg'd
by
me
,
Carlos
.
[
He
Kneels
and
Writes
.
Carl.
There
't
is
—
[
Gives
it
her
,
she
puts
it
in
her
Pocket
.
But
now
tell
me
truly
;
what
made
you
confess
a
couple
of
Bastards
,
have
you
indeed
been
dabbling
?
Dal.
Who
,
I
confess
it
!
Oh
thou
Impudent
Fellow
!
I
only
sooth'd
thee
up
in
thy
Villany
,
to
make
thee
betray
thy
own
Plot.
I
confess'd
seemingly
,
to
make
thee
confess
really
.
Heav'n
and
thy
own
Conscience
,
know
I
did
.
[
Seems
to
weep
.
Carl.
But
when
you
're
Married
,
you
'l
remember
your
Promise
?
Dal.
What
Promise
?
Carl.
That
I
shou'd
—
Dal.
Shou'd
what
?
Carl.
Must
I
tell
you
?
Dal.
No
,
I
'le
tell
you
;
I
said
you
shou'd
;
and
so
you
shall
,
be
cozen'd
in
your
Expectation
.
Carl.
I
foreboded
this
;
and
yet
was
Fool
enough
to
trust
thee
;
give
me
back
my
Letter
.
Dal.
What
,
deliver
up
my
Evidence
,
that
's
the
Testimony
of
my
Virtue
,
and
thy
Wickedness
.
Carl.
I
'le
search
your
Petticoat
.
Dal.
Dare
but
touch
my
Petticoat
,
and
I
'le
cry
out
a
Rape
against
thee
.
Carl.
Oh
thou
Eve
of
Genesis
;
thou
wou'dst
have
Tempted
the
Serpent
,
if
thou
hast
bin
there
.
Dal.
The
next
News
you
hear
,
is
of
my
Wedding
;
be
Patient
,
and
you
shall
be
Invited
to
the
Dinner
.
Carl.
I
say
no
more
,
but
I
'le
go
Home
and
Indite
Iambicks
;
thou
shalt
not
want
for
an
Epithalamium
;
I
'le
do
thy
business
in
Verse
.
[
Exit
.
Dal.
My
Comfort
is
,
I
have
done
your
Business
in
Prose
,
already
.
The
Wittiest
Men
,
are
all
but
Womens
Tools
,
'T
is
our
Prerogative
,
to
make
'em
Fools
.
For
one
Sweet
Look
,
the
Rich
,
the
Beaux
,
the
Braves
,
And
all
Mankind
,
run
headlong
to
be
Slaves
.
Ours
is
the
Harvest
which
those
Indians
mow
;
They
Plough
the
Deep
;
but
we
Reap
what
they
Sow
.
[
Exit
.
ACT
V.
SCENE
I.
The
SCENE
,
Lopez's
House
.
Sancho
,
Lopez
,
Dalinda
.
Carlos
meeting
them
.
Carl.
GIve
you
Joy
Mr.
Bridegroom
and
Mrs.
Bride
,
you
see
I
have
accepted
your
Invitation
.
Sanch.
And
thou
art
welcome
,
as
a
Witness
of
my
Triumph
.
Carl.
I
cou'd
tell
Tales
,
that
wou'd
spoil
your
Appetite
,
both
to
your
Dinner
and
your
Bride
:
You
think
you
are
married
to
a
vast
Fortune
.
Dal.
A
better
,
perhaps
,
than
you
imagine
.
Lop.
For
if
Sancho
looks
into
his
Writings
,
he
'll
find
that
my
Estate
was
mortgag'd
to
his
Father
.
Sanch.
Then
wou'd
I
had
lookt
into
my
Writings
before
I
had
lookt
so
far
into
your
Daughter
.
Dal.
My
Father's
Fortune
will
be
yours
at
last
:
and
I
have
but
redeem'd
it
for
you
.
Sanch.
I
'm
sure
I
'm
married
without
Redemption
!
Carl.
You
must
take
the
good
and
the
bad
together
;
he
that
keeps
a
tame
Cat
must
be
content
to
be
scratcht
a
little
.
Dal.
The
Count's
Sister
,
I
hope
,
has
Claws
for
you
too
.
Carl.
That
was
invented
only
in
hopes
of
you
,
Dalinda
:
tho
now
I
thank
my
Stars
that
I
have
miss'd
you
:
for
two
Wits
without
Fortunes
,
wou'd
be
like
two
Milstones
without
Corn
betwixt
'em
;
they
wou'd
only
grind
upon
one
another
,
and
make
a
terrible
noise
,
but
no
Meal
wou'd
follow
.
Enter
a
Nurse
leading
a
Boy
and
a
Girl
.
Nurse
.
Madam
,
here
are
two
poor
Orphans
,
that
hearing
you
are
married
,
come
to
dine
with
you
.
Dal.
(
aside
.
)
My
two
Bastards
!
I
am
undone
:
what
shall
I
do
with
'
em
?
Lop.
(
aside
.
)
The
Devil
take
my
damn'd
Grand-children
for
their
unseasonable
Visit.
Sanch.
Welcome
,
welcome
:
They
're
come
a
mumming
to
grace
my
Wedding
,
I
'll
warrant
you
.
Carl.
I
begin
to
suspect
they
come
to
Sup
and
Lodge
as
well
as
Dine
here
.
Lop.
(
to
Nurse
.
)
There
's
two
Pistols
for
you
;
take
'em
away
,
and
bring
'em
again
to
Morrow
Morning
.
Nurse
.
Thank
your
Honour
:
Come
away
,
Children
;
but
first
I
must
deliver
a
Note
to
this
Gentleman
:
Don
Carlos
,
I
'm
sure
you
remember
me
.
[
Gives
him
a
Note
.
Carl.
Did
not
you
wait
on
Donna
Leonora
,
the
Conde's
Sister
?
Nurse
.
Have
you
forgotten
Ynez
the
faithful
Trustee
of
your
Affection
?
Read
your
Letter
;
there
's
better
News
than
you
deserve
.
[
Carlos
reads
his
Letter
to
himself
.
Dal.
(
to
Nurse
.
)
Steal
away
,
dear
Nurse
,
while
he
's
reading
,
and
there
's
more
Money
for
you
;
fear
not
,
you
shall
be
duly
paid
;
for
I
am
married
to
one
who
can
provide
for
them
.
Nurse
.
(
to
her
.
)
Well
,
I
'll
keep
your
Credit
:
but
remember
.
[
Exit
Nurse
with
the
Children
.
Carl.
(
after
Reading
.
)
Poor
loving
Creature
,
she
is
e'en
too
Constant
;
I
cou'd
never
have
expected
this
from
her
:
Look
you
here
,
you
shall
see
I
have
no
reason
to
envy
your
Fortune
,
Sancho
.
[
Looks
about
him
.
How
now
,
what
's
become
of
the
Nurse
and
the
two
Children
?
Dal.
They
wou'd
have
been
but
too
troublesome
Guests
,
and
are
gone
away
.
Carl.
By
your
Favour
I
shall
make
bold
to
call
'em
back
again
.
[
Exit
Carlos
.
Dal.
(
to
Lopez
.
)
Oh
Barbarous
Villain
!
he
'll
discover
all
.
Lop.
The
best
on
't
is
,
you
're
already
married
.
Dal.
But
we
have
not
Consummated
;
I
cou'd
have
so
wheedled
Mr.
Bridegroom
to
Night
,
that
e're
to
Morrow
Morning
he
shou'd
have
forgiven
me
.
Re-enter
Carlos
with
Nurse
and
Children
.
Carl.
Come
,
Nurse
,
no
more
mincing
Matters
;
your
Lady's
Orders
in
my
Letter
must
be
obey'd
:
I
must
find
a
Father
and
Mother
for
the
Children
in
this
Company
.
Sanch.
Whose
pretty
Children
are
these
,
Carlos
,
that
you
are
to
provide
for
?
Carl.
E'en
your
Bride's
,
Sancho
,
at
your
service
:
Children
,
do
your
Duty
to
your
Mother
.
Children
.
(
kneeling
.
)
Mamma
,
your
Blessing
.
Sanch.
Hey
day
,
what
's
here
to
do
?
Are
these
the
Issue
of
your
Body
,
Madam
Bride
?
Carl.
Yes
;
and
they
are
now
your
Children
by
the
Mother's
side
:
The
late
Conde
presents
his
Service
to
you
,
with
these
two
Pledges
of
his
Affection
to
your
Wife
.
Sanch.
Is
it
even
thus
,
Dalinda
?
Lop.
Christian
Patience
,
Son-in-Law
.
Sanch.
Christian
Patience
!
I
say
Pagan
Fury
:
This
is
enough
to
make
me
turn
Jew
again
,
like
my
Father
of
Hebrew
Memory
.
Carl.
You
may
make
your
Assault
,
Colonel
,
without
danger
;
the
breach
is
already
made
to
your
hands
.
Sanch.
Ay
,
the
Devil
take
him
that
storm'd
it
first
.
Carl.
Speak
well
of
the
Dead
.
Dal.
(
kneeling
.
)
And
forgive
the
Living
.
Sanch.
Oh
Dalinda
!
no
more
Dalinda
,
but
Daliah
the
Philistine
:
Cou'd
you
find
none
but
me
to
practice
on
?
Carl.
Sooner
upon
you
than
upon
any
Man
;
for
Nature
has
put
a
Superscription
upon
a
Fool
's
Face
,
and
all
Cheats
are
directed
thither
.
Lop.
There
's
no
recalling
what
's
past
and
done
.
Sanch.
You
never
said
a
truer
word
,
Father-in-Law
;
't
is
done
,
indeed
,
to
my
Sorrow
.
Carl.
If
you
cou'd
undo
it
,
Sancho
,
it
were
something
;
but
since
you
cannot
,
your
only
Remedy
is
to
do
it
again
.
Sanch.
That
's
true
:
But
the
Memory
of
that
damn'd
Conde
is
enough
to
turn
ones
Stomach
to
her
:
Do
you
remember
what
a
Devilish
hunch
Back
he
had
when
you
and
I
play'd
him
?
Carl.
For
that
Reason
you
may
be
sure
she
'll
loath
the
thought
of
him
.
Sanch.
Do
you
think
so
,
Carlos
?
Dal.
How
can
I
do
otherwise
,
when
I
have
in
my
Arms
so
handsome
,
so
sweet
,
and
so
charming
a
Cavalier
as
you
?
Sanch.
Well
,
I
am
I
know
not
howish
;
she
has
a
delicious
Tongue
of
her
own
,
and
I
begin
to
mollifie
.
Carl.
Do
,
Sancho
:
Faith
,
you
've
held
it
out
too
long
,
in
Conscience
,
for
so
slight
a
quarrel
;
this
is
nothing
among
great
Ladies
,
Man
;
how
many
Fathers
have
I
known
that
have
given
their
Blessings
to
other
Mens
Children
:
Come
,
bless
'em
,
bless
'em
,
honest
Daddy
:
Kneel
down
,
Children
.
Children
.
(
kneeling
.
)
Your
Blessing
,
Pappa
.
[
Children
cry
.
Sanch.
It
goes
against
the
grain
to
give
it
them
.
Carl.
For
shame
,
Sancho
,
take
'em
up
:
you
'll
break
their
pretty
Hearts
else
:
't
wou'd
grieve
a
Man's
Soul
to
see
'em
weep
thus
.
Sanch.
Ay
,
they
learnt
that
trick
of
their
Mother
;
but
I
cannot
be
obdurate
,
the
fault
was
none
of
theirs
,
I
'm
sure
.
[
Crying
.
Heav'n
e'en
bless
you
,
and
I
'll
provide
for
you
:
Nay
,
and
it
shall
go
hard
,
but
I
'le
get
you
some
more
Play-Fellows
:
if
your
Mother
be
as
Fruitful
as
she
us'd
to
be
.
Lop.
Why
this
is
at
it
shou'd
be
.
Dal.
Heav'n
Reward
you
;
and
I
'le
study
Obedience
to
you
.
Sanch.
They
say
,
Children
are
great
Blessings
;
if
they
are
,
I
have
two
great
Blessings
ready
gotten
to
my
hands
.
Carl.
For
your
Comfort
,
Marriage
they
say
,
is
Holy.
Sanch.
Ay
,
and
so
is
Martyrdom
,
as
they
say
;
but
both
of
'em
are
good
for
just
nothing
,
but
to
make
an
end
of
a
Man's
Life
.
Lop.
Chear
up
,
Son-in-Law
,
your
Children
are
very
towardly
,
you
see
they
can
ask
Blessing
already
.
Dal.
If
he
does
not
like
'em
,
he
may
Get
the
next
himself
.
Carl.
I
will
not
trouble
the
Company
,
with
Reading
my
Letter
from
the
Dead
Count's
Sister
;
'T
is
enough
to
tell
you
,
that
I
Lov'd
her
once
,
and
forsook
her
,
because
she
was
then
no
Fortune
:
but
she
has
been
kinder
to
me
,
than
I
deserve
:
and
has
offer'd
me
her
Brother's
Estate
in
Dowry
with
her
.
Dal.
Which
I
hope
you
will
accept
.
Carl.
Yes
,
and
release
you
of
a
certain
Promise
to
me
,
without
explaining
.
She
only
recommended
to
me
her
Brother's
Children
by
Dalinda
.
And
I
think
I
have
taken
a
decent
care
in
providing
them
a
Rich
Father
.
Sanch.
I
always
Lov'd
a
Harlot
,
and
now
I
have
one
of
my
own
,
I
'le
e'en
take
up
with
her
;
for
my
Youth
is
going
;
and
my
days
of
Whoring
,
I
mean
emphatical
Whoring
,
are
almost
over
:
but
for
once
,
we
'll
have
a
Frolick
;
come
Off-spring
,
can
either
of
you
two
Dance
?
1
Child
.
Yes
,
forsooth
Father
,
and
my
Sister
can
Sing
too
like
a
little
Angel.
Sanch.
Then
foot
it
featly
;
that
you
may
say
hereafter
,
you
remember
when
your
Mother
was
first
Married
,
and
Danc'd
at
her
Wedding
.
Carl.
Hold
a
little
;
you
may
remember
too
,
Madam
Bride
,
that
I
promis'd
you
an
Epithalamium
:
'T
was
meant
a
Satire
;
but
Fortune
has
turn'd
it
to
a
Jest
;
I
have
giv'n
it
to
the
Musicians
,
and
brought
'em
along
with
me
;
strike
up
,
Gentlemen
.
[
The
Dance
is
first
,
then
the
Song
,
the
last
words
of
which
are
Sung
while
the
Company
is
going
out
,
and
the
Musick
Plays
before
them
.
Song
:
By
Mr.
Congreve
.
1.
HOW
Happy
's
the
Husband
,
whose
Wife
has
been
try'd
!
Not
Damn'd
to
the
Bed
of
an
Ignorant
Bride
?
Secure
of
what
's
left
,
he
ne're
misses
the
rest
,
But
where
there
's
enough
,
supposes
a
Feast
;
So
foreknowing
the
Cheat
,
He
escapes
the
Deceit
,
And
in
spite
of
the
Curse
,
resolves
to
be
Blest
.
2.
If
Children
are
Blessings
,
his
Comfort
's
the
more
,
Whose
Spouse
has
been
known
to
be
Fruitful
before
;
And
the
Boy
that
she
brings
ready
made
to
his
Hand
,
May
stand
him
instead
,
for
an
Heir
to
his
Land
,
Shou'd
his
own
prove
a
Sot
,
When
he
's
Lawfully
Got
,
As
when
e're
't
is
so
,
if
he
don't
,
I
'le
be
hang'd
.
Song
for
a
GIRL
.
1.
YOung
I
am
,
and
yet
unskill'd
How
to
make
a
Lover
yield
:
How
to
keep
,
or
how
to
gain
,
When
to
Love
;
and
when
to
feign
:
2.
Take
me
,
take
me
,
some
of
you
,
While
I
yet
am
Young
and
True
;
E're
I
can
my
Soul
disguise
;
Heave
my
Breasts
,
and
roul
my
Eyes
.
3.
Stay
not
till
I
learn
the
way
,
How
to
Lye
,
and
to
Betray
:
He
that
has
me
first
,
is
blest
,
For
I
may
deceive
the
rest
.
4.
Cou'd
I
find
a
blooming
Youth
;
Full
of
Love
,
and
full
of
Truth
,
Brisk
,
and
of
a
janty
meen
,
I
shou'd
long
to
be
Fifteen
.
[
Exeunt
Omnes
.
A
Royal
Chamber
is
discover'd
,
by
drawing
the
former
Scene
;
Veramond
,
Garcia
,
Ximena
,
Victoria
,
Celidea
,
with
a
full
Train
of
Courtiers
and
Guards
;
amongst
the
Croud
,
Ramirez
Disguis'd
,
with
some
of
his
Party
.
Vera.
(
to
Vict.
)
No
more
delays
,
but
go
.
Ximen
.
This
is
Inhumane
,
To
press
her
to
a
Marriage
made
by
Force
.
At
least
allow
your self
and
her
this
day
,
That
each
of
you
may
think
,
and
one
may
change
.
Vera.
You
mean
the
Times
or
Accidents
may
change
,
And
leave
her
for
Alphonso
.
Ximen
.
Your
Enemies
are
but
without
your
Gates
,
And
soon
they
may
return
:
forbear
for
fear
.
Vera.
The
sooner
then
I
must
prevent
th'
effect
of
their
return
.
What
now
remains
,
but
to
compleat
my
Vows
,
And
Sacrifice
to
Vengeance
?
Ximen
.
Your
own
Daughter
!
Vera.
Even
her
,
my self
,
and
all
the
World
together
.
Vict.
Can
you
refuse
me
one
poor
day
to
Live
?
Vera.
Obey
me
,
and
be
Blest
;
if
not
,
Accurst
.
A
Father's
Curse
has
wings
,
remember
that
;
Thro
this
World
and
the
next
,
it
will
pursue
thee
;
And
sink
thee
down
,
for
ever
.
Vict.
'T
is
enough
,
I
know
how
far
a
Daughter
owes
Obedience
;
But
Duty
has
a
bound
like
other
Empires
:
It
reaches
but
to
Life
,
for
all
beyond
it
Is
the
Dominion
of
another
World
,
Where
you
have
no
Command
.
For
you
,
Don
Garcia
,
You
know
the
Pow'r
a
Mistress
ought
to
have
;
But
since
you
will
be
Master
,
take
your
Hour
,
The
next
is
mine
.
Gar.
I
grant
the
Debt
of
Service
which
I
owe
you
:
But
't
is
a
Summ
too
vast
to
pay
at
sight
.
If
now
you
call
it
in
,
I
must
be
Bankrupt
To
all
my
future
Bliss
.
Vict.
I
find
by
you
,
The
Laws
of
Love
,
are
like
the
Laws
of
Heav'n
;
All
know
,
but
few
will
keep
'em
—
To
the
Temple
,
Where
I
my self
am
Victim
.
Enter
Alphonso
,
Vnarm'd
;
all
seem
Amaz'd
.
Alph.
Stay
,
Veramond
.
Vera.
(
aside
.
)
Alphonso
here
!
then
all
my
Hopes
are
blasted
.
The
Town
is
his
,
and
I
once
more
a
Slave
.
Alph.
Dismiss
thy
fears
and
tremble
not
,
Old
Man
,
I
neither
come
with
purpose
,
nor
with
Power
T'
avenge
my
wrongs
,
but
single
and
unarm'd
:
This
Head
is
necessary
to
thy
Peace
,
And
to
Victoria's
violated
Vows
:
Who
,
while
I
Live
,
can
never
be
Don
Garcia's
.
Take
then
this
odious
Life
;
securely
take
it
,
And
glut
thy
Vengeance
with
Alphonso's
Blood.
Behold
the
Man
who
forc'd
thee
in
thy
Strength
,
In
thy
Imperial
Town
made
thee
a
Captive
.
Now
give
thy
Fury
scope
:
Revenge
th'
Affront
,
And
shew
more
pity
not
to
spare
my
Life
,
Than
I
in
sparing
thine
.
Ximen
.
(
to
Celidea
.
)
Oh
boundless
Courage
,
or
extream
Despair
!
Celid.
(
to
her
.
)
I
tremble
for
th'
event
;
see
the
King
reddens
.
The
Fear
which
seiz'd
him
at
Alphonso's
sight
,
And
left
his
Face
forsaken
of
his
Blood
,
Is
vanisht
now
;
And
a
new
Tide
returns
upon
his
Cheeks
:
And
Rage
and
Vengeance
sparkle
in
his
Eyes
.
Vera.
(
aside
.
)
All
things
are
husht
;
no
noise
is
in
the
Streets
;
Nor
shouts
of
Souldiers
,
nor
the
cries
of
Matrons
,
To
speak
a
Town
in
plunder
—
Then
I
take
(
To
Alph.
)
A
Traytor
's
Counsel
once
,
and
thou
shalt
Die
;
Condemn'd
by
thy
own
Sentence
,
go
to
Death
;
Nor
shall
thy
seeming
Generosity
,
And
feign'd
assurance
,
save
thee
;
't
is
despair
,
To
see
thy
frustrate
Hopes
,
that
brought
thee
hither
;
To
meet
my
just
Revenge
.
Alph.
Yes
,
I
will
Dye
,
because
I
chuse
to
Dye
.
Which
had
I
not
desir'd
,
I
had
not
come
Unarm'd
,
Unguarded
,
and
alone
,
to
tempt
Thy
known
Ingratitude
,
and
barb'rous
hate
.
Boast
not
th'
advantage
,
which
thou
hold'st
of
me
,
But
know
thy self
for
what
thou
art
;
no
more
Than
the
mean
Minister
of
my
despair
.
Vera.
Whether
to
Heav'n's
Jnstice
,
or
thy
Choice
,
I
owe
this
happy
Hour
of
sweet
Revenge
,
I
'le
not
be
wanting
to
the
wisht
occasion
.
Vict.
You
shall
not
Dye
alone
,
my
dear
Alphonso
,
Tho
much
I
blame
this
desp'rate
Enterprize
:
You
shou'd
have
stay'd
,
to
see
Th'
Event
of
what
I
promis'd
to
perform
:
For
had
I
been
so
base
to
be
another's
,
That
baseness
might
have
cur'd
your
ill-plac'd
Love.
But
this
untimely
rashness
,
makes
you
Guilty
,
Both
of
your
Fate
,
and
mine
.
Alph.
While
I
believ'd
My
Life
was
precious
to
my
dear
Victoria
,
I
valu'd
and
preserv'd
it
for
her
sake
.
But
when
you
broke
from
your
Deliv'rer's
Arms
,
To
put
your self
into
a
Tyrant's
Power
;
I
threw
a
worthless
,
wretched
Being
from
me
;
Abandon'd
first
by
you
.
Vict.
Oh
Cruel
Man
!
Where
,
at
what
moment
did
that
Change
begin
,
With
which
you
tax
my
Violated
Vows
?
I
left
your
Lawless
Pow'r
,
to
put
my self
Into
a
Father's
Chains
,
my
Lawful
Tyrant
.
If
this
be
my
upbraided
Crime
,
even
this
,
On
that
occasion
,
wou'd
I
do
once
more
.
But
,
cou'd
I
,
with
my
Honour
safe
,
have
stay'd
In
your
dear
Arms
,
bear
witness
Heav'n
and
Earth
,
Nor
Threats
,
nor
Force
,
nor
Promises
,
nor
Fears
Shou'd
take
me
from
your
Love.
Alph.
Oh
,
I
believe
you
.
Vanish
my
fears
,
and
causeless
Jealousies
;
Live
my
Victoria
:
for
your self
,
not
me
;
But
let
th'
unfortunate
Alphonso
Dye
;
My
Death
will
glut
your
Cruel
Father's
Rage
;
When
I
am
gone
,
and
his
Revenge
compleat
,
Pity
perhaps
may
seize
a
Parent
's
Mind
;
To
free
you
from
a
hated
Lover's
Arms.
Celid.
(
to
Ximen
.
)
Speak
Mother
,
speak
:
my
Father
gives
you
time
,
He
stands
amaz'd
,
irresolute
,
and
dumb
:
Like
the
still
Face
of
Heav'n
before
a
Storm
;
Speak
,
and
Arrest
the
Thunder
e're
it
rowls
.
Ximen
.
I
stand
suspected
:
but
you
,
Celidea
,
The
Favourite
of
his
Heart
,
his
Darling
Child
,
May
speak
,
and
ought
,
your
Int'rest
is
concern'd
:
For
if
Alphonso
Dye
,
your
hopes
are
lost
.
I
see
your
Father's
Soul
,
like
glowing
Steel
Is
on
the
Anvil
;
strike
,
while
yet
he
's
hot
:
Turn
him
,
and
ply
him
,
set
him
straight
betimes
,
Lest
he
for
ever
warp
.
Celid.
I
fear
,
and
yet
wou'd
speak
;
but
will
he
hear
me
?
Ximen
.
For
what
is
all
this
silence
,
but
to
hear
?
Bring
him
but
to
calm
Reasoning
,
and
he
's
gain'd
.
Celid.
Then
Heav'n
inspire
my
Tongue
—
Sir
,
Royal
Sir
—
He
hears
me
not
;
he
lifts
not
up
his
Eyes
:
But
fixt
upon
the
Pavements
looks
the
way
That
points
to
Death
.
[
She
pulls
him
.
Oh
hear
me
,
hear
me
,
Father
.
Have
you
forgot
that
dear
indulgent
Name
,
Never
before
in
vain
pronounc'd
by
me
?
Vera.
Ha!
who
disturbs
my
Thoughts
?
Celid.
(
kneeling
.
)
'T
is
Celidea
.
Alas
I
wou'd
relieve
you
,
if
I
durst
;
If
ever
I
offended
,
even
in
Thought
,
Or
made
not
your
Commands
The
bounds
of
all
my
Wishes
,
and
Desires
,
Bid
me
be
dumb
,
or
else
permit
me
Speech
.
Vera.
Oh
rise
,
my
only
unoffending
Child
,
Who
reconciles
me
to
the
Name
of
Father
!
Speak
then
;
but
not
for
her
,
and
less
for
him
.
Celid.
Perhaps
I
wou'd
accuse
'em
,
not
defend
;
For
both
are
Guilty
,
dipt
in
equal
Crimes
:
And
are
obnoxious
to
your
Justice
both
.
Vera.
True
,
Celidea
;
thou
confirm'st
my
Sentence
;
'T
is
just
Alphonso
Dye
.
Ximen
.
(
aside
.
)
Forgive
her
,
Heav'n
!
she
aggravates
their
Faults
;
And
pushes
their
destruction
.
Celid.
Speak
Alphonso
:
Can
you
deny
,
when
Royal
Veramond
,
Then
thought
your
Father
,
and
by
you
so
deem'd
,
When
he
requir'd
your
Captive
,
old
Ramirez
,
And
order'd
his
Confinement
;
did
you
well
Then
to
controul
the
Pleasure
of
that
King
,
Under
whose
just
Commands
you
Fought
and
Conquer'd
?
Alph.
I
did
not
well
:
but
heat
of
boyling
Youth
,
And
ill-weigh'd
Honour
,
made
me
disobey
.
Vera.
That
Cause
is
gain'd
;
for
he
confesses
Guilt
.
Proceed
,
most
equitable
Judge
,
proceed
.
Celid.
(
to
Alph.
)
Next
I
reproach
you
,
with
a
worse
Rebellion
.
The
King
's
first
Promise
to
Don
Garcia
made
,
You
dar'd
t'
oppose
:
forbad
his
fair
Addresses
;
Then
made
a
Ruffian
Quarrel
with
that
Prince
.
And
last
,
were
guilty
of
Incestuous
Love.
I
will
not
load
my
Sister
with
Consent
;
But
,
in
strict
Virtue
,
listning
to
a
Crime
,
And
not
rejecting
,
is
it self
a
Crime
.
Vict.
Is
this
a
Sister's
Office
?
Peace
for
shame
:
We
Lov'd
without
transgressing
Virtues
bounds
;
We
fixt
the
limits
of
our
tend'rest
Thoughts
;
Came
to
the
verge
of
honour
,
and
there
stopt
:
We
warm'd
us
by
the
Fire
;
but
were
not
scorcht
:
If
this
be
Sin
,
Angels
might
Love
with
less
;
And
mingle
Rays
of
Minds
,
less
pure
than
ours
.
Our
Souls
enjoy'd
;
but
to
their
Holy
Feasts
,
Bodies
on
both
sides
,
were
forbidden
Guests
.
Celid.
Now
help
me
,
Father
;
or
our
Cause
is
lost
:
For
much
I
fear
their
Love
was
innocent
.
Vera.
With
my
own
Troops
Alphonso
seiz'd
my
Person
;
In
my
own
Town
,
to
my
perpetual
Shame
:
Pass
on
to
that
;
and
strike
the
Traytor
Dead
.
Celid.
Yes
,
Proud
Alphonso
,
you
were
banisht
hence
;
Your
Father
was
confin'd
;
and
doom'd
to
Death
;
The
Beauty
you
Ador'd
was
made
another's
.
How
durst
you
,
then
,
attempt
t'
avenge
your
wrongs
,
And
force
your
Mistress
from
your
Rival's
Arms
?
Rather
than
Dye
contented
,
as
you
ought
.
Alph.
Even
for
those
very
Reasons
you
alledge
.
Ximen
.
(
aside
.
)
At
last
I
find
her
drift
.
Vera.
Thou
Justifiest
,
and
not
Accusest
him
.
Celid.
Patience
,
good
Father
,
and
hear
out
the
rest
.
[
To
Alph.
Thought
you
,
because
you
bravely
Fought
,
and
Conquer'd
For
Royal
Veramond
,
nay
,
sav'd
his
Life
,
And
set
him
free
,
when
you
had
Conquer'd
him
,
Only
because
he
was
Victoria's
Father
,
Thought
you
for
such-slight
Services
as
these
,
That
he
shou'd
spare
you
now
?
O
Generous
Madman
,
To
give
your
Head
to
one
,
who
ne're
forgave
.
Vera.
(
aside
.
)
Oh
,
she
stings
me
.
Celid.
And
you
,
Don
Garcia
,
witness
to
this
Truth
:
You
were
his
hated
Rival
,
fairly
vanquisht
;
And
yet
he
spar'd
your
Life
.
Garc.
At
your
request
:
I
owe
it
to
you
both
.
That
he
dismist
my
Sister
,
't
was
her
Fault
:
I
charge
it
not
on
him
;
but
't
was
his
Folly.
A
Capital
Fool
he
was
,
in
that
last
Error
;
For
which
he
justly
stands
Condemn'd
to
Death
.
Your
Sentence
,
Royal
Sir
?
Vera.
That
he
shou'd
Live
;
Shou'd
Live
Triumphant
over
Veramond
,
And
shou'd
Live
Happy
in
Victoria's
Love
—
Oh
,
I
have
held
as
long
as
Nature
cou'd
;
Convinc'd
in
Reason
,
obstinate
in
Will
;
I
saw
the
Pleader's
aim
,
found
her
design
,
I
long'd
to
be
o'recome
,
and
yet
resisted
.
What
have
I
done
against
thee
,
my
Alphonso
?
And
what
hast
thou
not
done
for
Veramond
?
Ximen
.
Oh
fortunate
Event
!
Vict.
Oh
happy
Day
!
Alph.
Oh
unexpected
Bliss
,
and
therefore
double
!
Vera.
(
to
Alph.
)
Can
you
forgive
me
,
yes
,
I
know
you
can
:
Alphonso
can
forgive
Victoria's
Father
.
But
yet
,
in
pity
,
Pardon
not
too
soon
:
Punish
my
Pride
a
while
;
And
make
me
linger
for
so
great
a
Good.
Lest
extasie
of
Joy
prevent
the
Blessing
;
And
you
,
instead
of
Pardon
,
give
me
Death
.
[
He
offers
to
kneel
to
Alphonso
:
Alphonso
tales
him
up
,
and
kneels
himself
.
Alph.
Oh
let
me
raise
my
Father
from
the
ground
!
Vera.
(
rising
.
)
'T
is
your
peculiar
Virtue
,
my
Alphonso
,
Always
to
raise
me
up
.
Alph.
Here
let
me
grow
,
till
I
obtain
your
Grace
:
My
Life
has
been
,
one
Universal
Crime
;
And
you
,
like
Heav'n
,
accepting
short
Repentance
,
Forgive
my
length
of
Sins
.
Vera.
(
raising
him
.
)
Let
us
forget
from
whence
offence
began
.
But
since
to
fave
my
shame
,
thou
wilt
be
Guilty
,
Impute
thy
hate
for
me
,
to
sure
instinct
;
That
show'd
thee
thy
True
Father
in
my
Foe
;
Now
Grafted
on
my
Stock
,
be
Son
to
both
.
(
turning
to
Garc.
)
To
you
,
Don
Garcia
,
next
.
Garc.
Before
you
speak
;
Permit
me
,
Sir
,
t'
assume
some
little
Merit
In
this
days
Happiness
;
your
Promise
made
Victoria
mine
—
Alph.
What
then
?
Garc.
Nay
,
hear
me
out
.
He
kept
his
Royal
Word
;
he
gave
her
me
;
I
lost
her
,
when
I
fell
beneath
your
Sword.
Or
if
I
have
a
Title
,
I
resign
it
,
And
make
her
yours
.
Alph.
I
take
her
as
your
Gift
.
Garc.
(
to
Vera.
)
Make
me
but
Blest
in
Celidea's
Love
;
She
sav'd
my
Life
,
and
hers
it
is
for
ever
.
'T
is
pity
she
who
gain'd
another's
Cause
,
Shou'd
lose
her
own
.
Vera.
(
presenting
Celidea
.
)
She
's
yours
.
Celid.
My
Joys
are
full
.
Vict.
And
mine
o're-flow
.
Alph.
And
mine
are
all
a
Soul
can
bear
,
and
Live.
Vera.
Then
seek
we
out
Ramirez
;
To
make
him
Partner
of
this
happy
day
;
That
gives
him
back
his
Crown
,
and
his
Alphonso
.
Ram.
Behold
me
here
,
unsought
:
with
some
few
Friends
;
[
Taking
off
his
Vizard
.
(
Resolv'd
to
Save
my
Son
,
or
Perish
with
him
)
Thus
far
I
trac'd
,
and
follow'd
him
,
unknown
,
And
here
have
waited
,
with
a
beating
Heart
,
To
see
this
blest
Event
.
Vera.
Just
like
the
winding
up
of
some
Design
,
Well
form'd
,
upon
the
crowded
Theatre
.
Where
all
concern'd
surprizingly
are
pleas'd
;
And
what
they
wish
,
see
done
.
Lead
to
the
Temple
;
Let
Thanks
be
paid
;
and
Heav'n
be
prais'd
no
less
For
private
Union
,
than
for
publick
Peace
.