Eug. Ah! did watchful angels then—yes, yes, twice the dagger struck! ’tis nature’s holy proof!
Flor. Merciful heavens! you then possess the secret of my birth: woman! woman! pronounce my parents’ name, and I will worship you.
Eug. Your parents! ah! they were, ah! ah!
She attempts to enfold him with her arms, but faints as he receives the embrace.
Flor. Speak! I conjure you, speak! breathe but their sacred name! she hears me not, and nature struggles at my heart in vain!
Enter Longueville and Sanguine at distance.
Long. The lurking knave, whate’er his aim, has fled beyond our search, and all is now secure. Has Lenoire return’d your signal to approach the bank?
Sang. He rows towards us now—nay, look—the boat draws close.
Long. Then to our last decisive deed!
Passing to the pavilion he beholds the characters in front, and starts.