Vera. Oh rise, my only unoffending child,
Who reconciles me to the name of father!
Speak then;—but not for her, and less for him.
Cel. Perhaps I would accuse them, not defend;
For both are guilty, dipt in equal crimes,
And are obnoxious to your justice both.
Vera. True, Celidea; thou confirm'st my sentence.
'Tis just Alphonso die.
Xim. Forgive her, heaven! she aggravates their faults,
And pushes their destruction. [Aside.