'T is last year's step, the Prince's voice!
D'O. I know.
(Enter Charles —D'Ormea retiring a little.)
Cha. Now wish me joy, Polyxena! Wish it me
The old way! [She embraces him.
There was too much cause for that!
But I have found myself again. What news
At Turin? Oh, if you but felt the load
I 'm free of—free! I said this year would end
Or it, or me—but I am free, thank God!