Come, now! There is one other who can wait no longer! [He turns Tertulla toward Asterius who stands rigid and speechless with emotion.]
Tertulla.
[Doubtfully.] Oh ... that gentleman.... Surely he never can be Jupiter! [In awe-struck tone.]
Asterius.
[Holds out his arms to her.] Tulla ... my child!
Tertulla.
[Running to his embrace.] My father! O my father!
Asterius.
She sees ... my daughter sees, thanks to the immortal gods and goddesses, and this blessed worker of prodigies!