Thus monarchs quarrel, and their subjects bleed.
Remove your land-marks, set them where you please;
Stretch out your Arragon on my Castile;
And be once more my brother.
Alph. I implore it;
And, prostrate, beg your pardon and your grace.
I have offended in my proud behaviour;
But make Victoria mine, and what your son
In duty wanted, by your son-in-law
Shall doubly be supplied.