Eugenia appears at the lower windows through a grating.
Eug. Fond, trusting heart! art thou again deceived? does the great thunder sleep, and are the heavens still patient of a murderer’s crimes; yes, yes, the sounds have ceased, and now a dreadful stillness sits upon the night; the tomb seems imaged in the hour. Hope in the breathless pause forsakes my breast forever.
Enter Florian.
Flor. Ha! lights still burning—fortunately then he has not retired to rest,—baron! baron!
Runs to the door.
Eug. (Shrieks.) Ah! the voice of succour—turn, turn in pity—snatch me from despair—preserve me from the grave.
Flor. Heavens!
Involuntarily he withdraws the bar, and Eugenia darting forth, clings wildly round him.
Flor. Unhappy woman! whence these transports?
Eug. Swear to preserve me, swear not to yield me to the murderer’s dagger; no, no, you have a human heart; am I not safe with you?