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SCENE II.
Trumpets sound again.
ALONZO, the QUEEN, ELVIRA, RODRIGO, ALVAREZ, Courtiers.
ALONZO.
The heavens, my Queen, look smilingly upon us,
As pleas'd to see, thus solemnly secur'd,
The league that joins your Ferdinand to me
In one true bond of love—Where is my son?
Not follow us?
RODRIGO.
His modest fear avoids
To be the hearer of his own just praise.
ALONZO.
Such fear, attendant on successful arms,
Becomes the brave, and most of all in youth:
'Tis then the nobler conquest. Gentle cousin,
The ties of blood have made his glory yours:
I know they have, Rodrigo. You, Alvarez,
Were partner of his day; you nobly fought
And conquer'd with him. Both of you must share
The joy sincere that swells a father's bosom,
Made young again and blooming in a son.
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