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 the appointed limits,
And none can push beyond.
Xim. He reasons justly, sir.
Alph. Ramirez is an honourable foe;
Use him like what he is, and make him yours.
Ver. By heaven, I think,