Enter General, Adela, LaRole, Soldiers, &c.
Lenox. Support her, Adela, support my dear Christine!
[Adela assists.
Christine. [Recovering.] Where am I? [Sees Lenox and Adela.] Hide me, save me from that horrid sight!
Lenox. Do you not know me, dear Christine?
Christine. Traitor, begone! let me die at once! Is she not your bride?
Lenox. No, by Heavens, no! 'tis my early friend, my dear companion. Could you doubt my love?
Christine. Not married? not your betrothed? O Lenox, are you then faithful?
Lenox. Could Christine doubt my vows?
Christine. I see it all—I have been deceived. Pardon me, dear Lenox; but driven to despair by your supposed perfidy, I enlisted, and rushed on my fate—which in a moment (horrid thought!) would have terminated. But you are true, and I am happy.