Of a beloved husband. [Running into his Arms.
Gondi. Merciful Heaven!
My Adeline! And hast thou!—Oh, my heart!
This sudden conflict!—thus let me clasp thee to it;
Ne'er to part more, till pangs of death shall shake us.
What hast thou suffer'd, sweet!—for me to cause—
And are our children——?
Adeline. Well, and in safety.
Gondi. And, to leave them too!
Adeline. Nay, pr'ythee, now, no more of this:—