What mean’st thou?—Speak!
Seb. Sebastian died not there.——
I read no joy in that cold doubting mien.
Is not thy name Sylveira?
Sylv. Ay.
Seb. Why, then,
Be glad! I tell thee that Sebastian lives!
Think thou on this—he lives! Should he return—
For he may yet return—and find the friend
In whom he trusted with such perfect trust