To hasty blood, like his, and yours, my lord,—
Yet in the second moment, he repented,
As soon as thought had leisure to be born?
Vera. For aught I see, you do him better office
Than he desires, Ximena.
Alph. [Kneeling.] Sir, your pardon;
And, if you please, your love.
Vera. Receive the first;
The last, as you deserve.
Re-enter Don Garcia, with Victoria, Celidea, and the Ladies. Veramond sees them at a distance.