Flor. Secure the villain, yet forbear his life—Mother! Mysterious blessing—ah! yield her to my arms—my heart!
Bertrand resigns Eugenia to Florian’s embrace.
Eug. My boy, my only one—Bertrand! life is thy gift, and now indeed I bless thee for the boon.
Bert. I swore to save you, I have kept my oath, unseen I watched, unknown I ventured in your cause—your forgiveness half relieves my soul, and now I dare to pray for heaven’s!
Enter De Valmont, supported by Geraldine and Domestics.
De Val. Ah! ’tis she, dear worshipp’d form; she lives—she lives.
Eug. Ah! shield me—Florian, yon phantom shape—death surely hovers near—
De Val. Nay, fly me not, Eugenia! tis thy lord, thy living lord, thy once beloved De Valmont calls: thou dear divorced-one bless these outstretch’d arms—I kneel and woo thee for my bride again!
Florian leads Eugenia trembling and uncertain to the Count, he catches her irresolute hand.
Eug. Indeed, my wedded lord!—I wept for a dear warrior once; and did the sword forbear so just a heart?—ah! chide not love, joy kills as well as grief—