Vera. The rugged business of the war is over;
Softness and sweetness, and a gentle air,
Would make a mixture, that would temper well
That inborn fierceness of your boiling mind.
Alph. I stand corrected, sir; and let me tell you now,
That sweetness, which so well you have advised,
Fortune has put in your own hand to practise
Upon this royal soldier; till we fought, [Showing Ramirez.
Your equal, now your prisoner of the war;
And once, (alas, that still it is not so!)