And make our Veramond pass for thy Alphonso.
A hard request, but, with compassion moved,
At length twas granted.
Vera. Is this true, Ximena?
Xim. So heaven and you forgive my pious fraud,
As what he says is certain.
Alph. O joyful news! Oh happy day! too good
To end in night—My father, and my king!
[Runs to Ramirez, kneels to him, and kisses his hand.