_Vict._ You are too young to judge of men or merits; You praise the vulgar flight a falcon makes, When Jove's imperial bird, that bears the thunder, Is towering far above him. _Re-enter_ CARLOS, SANCHO, _and the rest of the Officers_. _Vera._ Are my commands performed? _Carl._ With all exactness. _Vera._ Approach, Victoria, and you, Celidea, That in your presence I may pay some part Of what I owe your brave deliverer. _Cel._ We cannot show too much of gratitude. _Vera._ Victoria, what say you? _Vict._ He did the duty of a brave ally: I do not know the war, nor dare I load His modesty with larger commendations. _Gar._ Even those are much too large, when given by you, To whom my soul, with all my future service, Are with devotion offered. _Vera._ I have indeed disclosed to her alone The important secret of the intended match; And that, perhaps, has made her fear to praise A prince, who shortly is to be her own. _Alph._ [_Aside._] Oh heavens! what bode these words? [_The Queen and_ CELIDEA _shew amazement_, ALPHONSO _and_ VICTORIA _discontent_. _Vera._ Now therefore I declare the wished alliance. Ximena, you may give your daughter joy; And you your sister, of the imperial crown, [_To_ CEL. Which Garcia put on our Victoria's head.-- Your share, Alphonso, in this happy day [_To_ ALPH. Is not the least, nor will you be the last, To applaud my worthy choice of such a son. _Alph._ A sudden damp has seized my vital spirits; I see but through a mist, and hear far off.-- Nay trouble not yourselves: a little time Of needful rest, and solitary thought, Will mend my health; till when, excuse my presence. [_Exit_ ALPHONSO, _and looks back on_ VICTORIA. _Xim._ [_Aside._] He's much disturbed,--a sickness of the soul; Or I mistake, he does not like this marriage.-- Assist us, heaven, if I divine aright, And prosper thy own work! _Vera._ [_Aside._] I like not this, But must dissemble, till I clear my doubts.-- Fortune, brave prince, has given us this allay; [_To_ GAR. Our joys were else too full: An hour of sleep will bring him back restored; Mean time we may withdraw. _Gar._ [_To_ VICT.] Come, my fair mistress, by your father's leave I seize this precious gage. _Vict._ Then thank my father; He may dispose of all things but my heart, And that's my own--[_Aside._] Alas! I wish it were. [_Exeunt_ VER. XIM. CEL. GAR. VICT. _and all the Courtiers_, _Men and Women. The Guards follow_: SAN. CARL. _remain_. _San._ Good news; Carlos, the old Jew, is dead. _Carl._ What Jew? _San._ Why, the rich Jew, my father. He's gone to the bosom of Abraham his father, and I, his Christian son, am left sole heir. Now do I intend to be monstrously in love.