To give your head to one, who ne'er forgave.
Vera. Oh, she stings me. [Aside.
Cel. And you, Don Garcia, witness to this truth:
You were his hated rival, fairly vanquished,
And yet he spared your life.
Gar. At your request:
I owe it to you both.
Cel. That he dismissed my sister, 'twas her fault;
I charge it not on him, but 'twas his folly:
A capital fool he was, in that last error,