Too powerful rebels, and too weak a prince.
[Garcia, Ximena, Celidea, mix with the Train, which walk, as in procession, towards the Temple.
Enter, on the sudden, Alphonso and Carlos, at the Head of their Party; the Soldiers attack the Guards and King, and drive them off the Stage: Alphonso fights with Garcia, grapples with him, and gets him under; in the mean time, Ximena, Victoria, and Celidea retire to a corner of the Stage: When Garcia is fallen, Celidea runs, and kneels to Alphonso.
Cel. Oh spare him, spare the noble Garcia's life,
Or take the forfeit in the loss of mine!
How happy should I be to die for him,
Who will not live for me!
Alph. [To Garcia.] Rise, and be safe;
If you have any thanks to pay, reserve them
To give this royal maid.