Xim. If he be mad, be madness his excuse;
And pardon nature's error, not his own.
Vera. Ximena, you have fondled him to this:
I prophesied; and now 'tis come to pass.
Gar. Perhaps I interrupted him too rudely;
And, since I caused myself that ill reception,
Forgive our mutual faults.
Vera. You shall prevail;
Though he deserves not such an intercessor.—
[To Alph.] Retire, Alphonso, to your inmost lodgings,