Gar. [Rising.] You'd been more kind
To take my life, for I would throw it off:
Dishonoured as I am, 'tis worn to rags,
Nor worth a prince's wearing. [Exit Garcia, followed by Celidea.
Re-enter Veramond, disarmed, and led by Carlos.
Vera. Ungrateful traitor!
Alph. Hold thy peace, old man!
I do not love to insult on thy misfortunes,
Though thou hast brought this ruin on thyself.
Vera. Avenging heaven——