Vict. What have you done, Alphonso?
Alph. What I ought;
Obtained the glorious prize for which I fought,
Redeemed you from a father's tyranny,
And from a hated rival set you free.
Remove, my fair, from this unhappy place;
The scene of sorrows, sufferings, and disgrace;
To my victorious camp with me remove,
The scene of triumph, and rewarded love.
Vict. Mars has been present with your arms to-day,