An April sunshine, that by fits appears,
It smiles by moments, but it mourns by years.
[Exeunt Arthur and Merlin at one door.
Enter Osmond at the other door, who gazes on Emmeline, and she on him.
Em. Matilda, save me from this ugly thing,
This foe to sight: speak; dost thou know him?
Mat. Too well; 'tis Oswald's friend, the great magician.
Em. It cannot be a man, he's so unlike the man I love.
Osm. [Aside.] Death to my eyes, she sees!
Em. I wish I could not; but I'll close my sight,