IENA. Help me, kind Spirit!
LEFROY. I could pick that voice
From out a choir of angels! Iena!
[Finds her behind the shrubbery.]
Tis she! 'tis she! Speak to me, Iena—
No earthly power can mar your life again,
For I am here to shield it with my own.
IENA. Lefroy!
LEFROY. Yes, he!
IENA. My friends! found, found at last!
LEFROY. Found, found my love! I swear it on your lips,
And seal love's contract there! Again—again—
Ah me! all earthly pleasure is a toil
Compared with one long look upon your face.
IENA. O, take me to my friends! A faintness came
Upon me, and no farther could I go.
LEFROY. What spirit led you here?