(The river rises, and a Dragoon Regiment, which has been stationed on the opposite bank, are carried away, one by one, by the flood. Ulpho fetches an umbrella from the side scenes.)
Emma. Would we could share it together!
(Ulpho is about to give it to her, when a thunderbolt descends, and the umbrella falls between them.)
Ulpho. Fate has decided otherwise.
(They embrace, and the curtain falls in an agitated manner.)
ACT IV.
(Enter an old man with a very broad-brimmed hat.)
Old Man. Woe! Woe!
Ulpho. What brought you here?
Old Man (wildly). Can I never preserve my incognito?