Gar. May heaven and your brave son, and, above all,
Your own prevailing genius, guard your age
From such another day of doubtful fate!
But if it come, 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.
Xim. Turn to your father, and present your duty;