This grief doth shake her reason!
Elm. (starting.) Hark! a step!
’Tis—’tis thy father’s! Come away—not now—
He must not see us now!
Xim. Why should this be?
[Gonzalez enters, and detains Elmina.
Gon. Elmina, dost thou shun me? Have we not
E’en from the hopeful and the sunny time
When youth was as a glory round our brows,
Held on through life together? And is this,