Thy wretched father's name?
Theod. The lord of Clarinsal.
Why dost thou look so eagerly upon me?
If yet he lives, and thou know'st Clarinsal,
Tell him my tale.
Aust. Mysterious Providence!
Count. What's this? the old man trembles and turns pale. [Aside.
Theod. He will not let his offspring's timeless ghost
Walk unappeas'd; but on this cruel head
Exact full vengeance for his slaughter'd son.