Which would at least take half thy load away,
And free thy shoulders from the weight of sin.
Vera. Ximena, darest thou hope to palliate incest,
And gild so black a crime?
Xim. I gild it not; but, if I prove it none,
You may be kind, Alphonso may be happy,
And these domestic jars for ever cease.
Vera. Explain yourself.
Xim. Afford me then your patience.