Car. Come to this breast yet, yet once more, and then
For pity’s sake depart!
Ant. No! force alone
Shall tear us hence.
(A sound of arms is heard.)
Mat. Hark! what dread sound!
Ant. Great God!
(The door is half opened, and armed men enter, the chief of whom advances to the Count. His wife and daughter fall senseless.)
Car. O God! I thank thee. O most merciful!
Thus to withdraw their senses from the pangs