[He offers to kneel to Alphonso: Alphonso takes him up, and kneels himself.
Alph. Oh, let me raise my father from the ground!
Vera. [Rising.] 'Tis your peculiar virtue, my Alphonso,
Always to raise me up.
Alph. Here let me grow, till I obtain your grace.
My life has been one universal crime;
And you, like heaven, accepting short repentance,
Forgive my length of sins.
Vera. [Raising him.] Let us forget from whence offence began.
But since, to save my shame, thou wilt be guilty,