Eug. Forsake me not! I have no protector to invoke but you.
Ger. Forbear, my lord, I cannot find that wildness you proclaim; forbear, and recollect the rights of hospitality never yet were violated at my uncle’s gate. Lady, dismiss your fears, here sorrow ever meets a ready shelter, for here resides the Count De Valmont.
Eug. Who?
Ger. The excellent, the suffering Count De Valmont.
Eug. (starting up with recurring insanity.) Ha! ha! ha! come to the altar,—my love waits for me, weave me a bridal crown!
Long. (triumphantly.) Behold! can you doubt me now?
Ger. Too painfully I am convinced; miserable being! Ah! remove her hence, before my uncle joins us; so terrible an object would inexpressibly afflict him.
Flor. Yes, yes; remove her hence! but O! I charge you treat her with the tenderest care.
Long. (eagerly to his people.) Advance! bear her to my pavilion! mark! to my pavilion on the river-bank!
The men seize upon Eugenia—the Count appears at the same moment advancing from the extremity of the Terrace.