Enter Ramirez, attended by Carlos; Ramirez embraces Alphonso.
Ram. Prop of my age, and pattern of my youth,
But such as far excels the original,
Ten thousand blessings on thee for this deed!
Alph. Heaven and my fate speak other language to me.
No blessings, none, but millions of their curses,
Like burning glasses, with contracted beams,
Are pointed on my head.
Ram. What words are these, on this auspicious day?
Alph. Oh, fly me, fly me, sir;