Ram. You have not conquered me; you could not, Veramond.
'Tis to Alphonso's arms that I am prisoner.
Vera. Under my auspices Alphonso fought;
He led my forces.
Ram. Yes, and made them too
By his example; else they ne'er had conquered.
Vera. 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.
Alph. Sir, I must speak——