Is far less dangerous in his hand than thine.
Xim. Forgive the hasty sallies of his youth.
Vera. He never loved me.
Alph. You never gave me cause.
Xim. [To Alph.] Come, you both loved,
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, though at first he could not rule his passion,—
Not at the very first, for that's impossible