Alph. I pr'ythee, curse me not,
Because I held thee for my father once.
Vera. Then would I were thy father, that my curse
Might take the surer place, and——
Alph. Guard him hence,
But use no violence to his royal person.—
Call back the soldiers, Carlos, from the spoil.
I have my wish in having my Victoria,
And would no more of him, nor what is his.
[Carlos restores Veramond his Sword with respect, and conducts him off; Ximena follows him: Alphonso waits on them to the Door, and returns.