Aust. O Giver of all good! Eternal Lord!
Am I so bless'd at last, to see my son?
Theod. Let me be deaf for ever, if my ears
Deceive me now! did he not say his son?
Aust. I did, I did! let this, and this, convince thee.
I am that Clarinsal; I am thy father.
Count. Why works this foolish moisture to my eyes? [Aside.
Down, nature! what hast thou to do with vengeance?
Theod. Oh, sir! thus bending, let me clasp your knees;—