He proved his blood upon me, when we fought;
Fierce eagles never procreate fearful doves.
I sent him word he was my son before
The battle, but the hand of fate was in it,
The note miscarried, and we blindly met.
Xim. Past accidents embitter both your minds;
Think forward on your mutual interest.
Alphonso loves Victoria:
I saw it in the seeds, before disclosed
To other eyes; connived at it, approved it.