The very arms he wears, were once Alphonso's.
He found them in the stores, and brac'd them on,
To assist you in your danger.
Count. 'Tis most strange.
I strive, but cannot conquer this amazement:
I try to take them off; yet still my eyes
Again are drawn, as if by magic on him.
Aust. [Aside to Theodore.] Hear you, my son?
Theod. Yes, and it wakes within me,
Sensations new till now.