Sanguine draws Eugenia back, and the Masque lifts a dagger over her.
Sang. We are prepared.
Long. Now.
Sang. Comrade! strike!
Masque. Ay! to the heart!
The Masque rapidly darts his arm across Eugenia’s figure and plunges the dagger into Sanguine, who reels beneath the blow and falls into the stream.
(triumphantly) Eugenia is preserved!
With one arm he supports the lady, and with the other snatches away the masque and discovers the features of Bertrand.
Long. Bertrand—perfidious slave! eternal palsies strike thy arm!
Gaspard, Monica, Domestics, &c. with torches, enter at the moment and surround the baron, whose surprise bereaves him of power to resist.