Vera. I have indeed disclosed to her alone
The important secret of the intended match;
And that, perhaps, has made her fear to praise
A prince, who shortly is to be her own.
Alph. [Aside.] Oh heavens! what bode these words?
[The Queen and Celidea shew amazement, Alphonso and Victoria discontent.
Vera. Now therefore I declare the wished alliance.
Ximena, you may give your daughter joy;
And you your sister, of the imperial crown, [To Cel.
Which Garcia put on our Victoria's head.—