Cel. Speak, Alphonso:
Can you deny, when royal Veramond,
Then thought your father, and by you so deemed,
When he required your captive, old Ramirez,
And ordered his confinement; did you well
Then to controul the pleasure of that king,
Under whose just commands you fought and conquered?
Alph. I did not well; but heat of boiling youth,
And ill weighed honour, made me disobey.
Vera. That cause is gained; for he confesses guilt.—