My dear Lorrenna, why this dejected look?—It is your own Gustaffe enfolds you in his arms.
Lorrenna.
Alas! I am no longer worthy of your love,—your friendship. A fatal bond extracted from my lamented father has severed us forever—I am devoid of fortune.
Gustaffe.
Lorrenna, you have been the star that has guided my bark,—thee, my compass—my north pole,—and when the magnet refuses its aid to the seaman, then will he believe that you have foundered in affection, or think that I would prove faithless from the loss of earthly pittance.
Lorrenna.
Shoals,—to speak in your nautical language—have long, on every side, surrounded me; but, by my kind uncle's advice, must we be guided. [Exit.
Footnotes
[143.]Scene II, in K., reads as follows:
Scene Second.—Chamber.