You are their life, their idol, and their soul.
Conduct me home, and, with their aid, restore me;
And, that once done, we shall not need to treat:
For Veramond himself will send, and sue
For that alliance, which his pride now scorns.
Alph. Long ere that time, Victoria will be Garcia's:
Her father will not lose one moment's space,
To gratify his vengeance with my ruin,
If I would force him, this must be the time;
Which, since I now refuse, 'tis lost forever.—