Alph. Yes, to my grief; and, to enhance that grief,
'Tis to my sword my father owes his ruin.
Ram. And 'tis that only sword that can restore me.
It must, and ought; you owe it to your duty.
Alph. Duty was what Victoria urged to me:
I hate that fatal word, because she used it,
And, for a cruel father, left her love.
Ram. Could she do that for Veramond, a tyrant,
Which you refuse to me?
The conquering troops of Arragon are yours;