Long. Boy! I triumph, and deride thy baffled spleen.
Sanguine lifts Eugenia into the boat, and the masque receives her.
Eug. (from the boat) Great nature! speed my dying words!—Thou dear-lov’d youth! thy mother blesses thee—long-lost—late-found—behold! she struggles now to bless her child—and now she dies content!
Flor. Eternal Providence! what words were those?—Longueville!—Barbarian!—Fiend!
He rushes madly upon the Baron, who parries the assault; then in an agony casts himself before his feet.
Oh! if thou art human, hold!—I kneel—I fall thy slave—spurn me—trample on my neck—take my life—but O! respect and spare my parent!
Sang. (from the boat) Decide, my lord; the crowd approach, already they o’erlook the bank.
Long. ’Twere vain to pause—I founder upon either course—nay then, revenge shall brighten ruin; swift! plunge your poniards in Eugenia’s bosom! let me behold my victim perish, and then commit me to my fate!
Flor. (starting up in desperation) Monster!
Long. They come—obey me, slaves!