Now, in this precious moment, pay at once
The long, long debt of a lost son's affection.
Count. [Aside.] Destruction seize them both! Must I behold
Their transports, ne'er, perhaps, again to know
A son's obedience, or a father's fondness!
Aust. Dear boy! what miracle preserved thee thus,
To give thee back to France?
Theod. No miracle,
But common chance. A warlike bark of Spain
Bore down, and seiz'd our vessel, as we rov'd