Ha! confusion and despair! Eugenia rescued, and in Florian’s arms!
Flor. Help, baron!—swiftly help!—aid me to preserve a dying woman!
Long. Florian! by what wild chance at such unwonted hour I find you on this spot, admits not of inquiry now—but for this fair impostor, resign her to my care—with me her safety is at once assured.
Flor. Pardon me, Longueville; whate’er the laws of courtesy demand, I yield—but to this female’s fate my soul is newly bound by ties so strange and strong, that even your displeasure must not part us.
The alarum-bell tolls from the castle.
Long. Ha! the castle is alarmed—look out, Sanguine:—what means this tumult?
Sang. My lord! the glare of numerous torches wavers through the grove—this way the crowd directs its course.
Long. Distraction!—Florian, beware my just resentment, and instantly resign this woman! (Attempting to force her from him.)
Flor. Never!—my word stands pledged for her protection, and only with my life will I desert my honor.
Long. Hell!—ho! Lenoire!—Lenoire!