Don Scipio What, then, you won't let me be murdered. My dear boy! my darling! Forgive me!—I—I—I pardon all.
Don Cæsar. Then, sir, I shall first beg it for my companions; if reclaimed, by the example of their leader, their future lives will show them worthy of mercy; if not, with mine let them be forfeit to the hand of justice.
Don Scipio. Some, I believe, may go up—Eh, little Spado, could you dance upon nothing?
Spado. Yes, sir; but our captain, your son, must lead up the ball.
[Bows low.
Don Scipio. Ha! ha! ha! Well, you know, though ill bestowed, I must try my interest at Madrid.—Children, I ask your pardon; forgive me, Victoria, and take my blessing in return.
Vict. And do you, sir, acknowledge me for your child?
Don Scipio. I do, I do; and my future kindness shall make amends for my past cruelty.
Ped. Ha, here comes my sposa—Eh! got a beau already?
Enter Alphonso and Lorenza.