[Falls on the Body of Adelaide.
Aust. Heaven comfort thee!—
Hard was your lot, thou lovely innocent;
But palms, eternal palms, above shall crown you.
For this rash man,—yet mercy's infinite,
[The Count.
You stand amaz'd. Know, this disastrous scene,
Ending the fatal race, concludes your sorrows.
To-morrow meet me round this sacred shrine;
Then shall you hear at full a tale of wonder;