Sir Philip. Ah; then will I die with her! [Going.
Everg. Hold, dear master! if human power can preserve her, she is safe—The bravest, noblest of men has flown to her assistance.
Sir Philip. Heaven reward him with its choicest blessings!
Everg. 'Tis Henry.
Sir Philip. Henry! Heaven will reward him—I will reward him!
Everg. Then be happy; Look, sir!
Sir Philip. Ah! dare I trust my eyes!
Everg. He bears her safe in his arms.
Sir Philip. Bountiful Creator, accept my thanks!
Enter Henry, bearing Emma in his arms.