Vera. A son, Ramirez!
Ram. Yes, a son I had.
Vera. He died an infant here in Saragossa.
Ram. A living son I have; and, since the queen
Is pleased to expose my life
Before a judge so prejudiced as you,
Undaunted, in the face of death, I speak,
And claim Alphonso mine.
Vera. There needs no more: I spare thee all the rest;