_Sir Abel._ 'Tis on the road. _Handy, jun._ Well, you are never at a loss. _Sir Abel._ Never. _Handy, jun._ What's to be done? _Sir Abel._ I don't know. I say, Bob, I have it--perhaps it will go out of itself! _Handy, jun._ Go out! it increases every minute--Let us run for assistance--Let us alarm the family. [_Exit._ _Sir Abel._ Yes--dear me! dear me! _Servant._ [_Without._] Here, John! Thomas! some villain has set fire to the Castle. If you catch the rascal, throw him into the flames. [SIR ABEL _runs off, and the alarm bell rings._ SCENE III. _The Garden of the Castle--The effects of the fire shown on the foliage and scenery._ _Enter_ HENRY, _meeting_ EVERGREEN. _Henry._ The Castle in flames! What occasioned it? _Everg._ Alas! I know not! _Henry._ Are the family in safety? _Everg._ Sir Philip is. _Henry._ And his daughter? _Everg._ Poor lady! I just now beheld her looking with agony from that window! _Henry._ Ah! Emma in danger!--Farewell! _Everg._ [_Holding him._] Are you mad? the great staircase is in flames. _Henry._ I care not! Should we meet no more, tell Sir Philip I died for his daughter! _Everg._ Yet reflect. _Henry._ Old man, do not cling to me thus--'Sdeath! men will encounter peril to ruin a woman, and shall I hesitate when it is to save one? [_Exit._ _Everg._ Brave, generous boy! Heaven preserve thee! _Enter_ SIR PHILIP BLANDFORD. _Sir Philip._ Emma, my child, where art thou? _Everg._ I fear, sir, the Castle will be destroyed. _Sir Philip._ My child! my child! where is she? speak! _Everg._ Alas! she remains in the Castle! _Sir Philip._ Ah; then will I die with her! [_Going._ _Everg._ Hold, dear master! if human power can preserve her, she is safe--The bravest, noblest of men has flown to her assistance. _Sir Philip._ Heaven reward him with its choicest blessings! _Everg._ 'Tis Henry. _Sir Philip._ Henry! Heaven will reward him--I will reward him! _Everg._ Then be happy; Look, sir! _Sir Philip._ Ah! dare I trust my eyes! _Everg._ He bears her safe in his arms. _Sir Philip._ Bountiful Creator, accept my thanks! _Enter_ HENRY, _bearing_ EMMA _in his arms._ _Henry._ There is your daughter. _Sir Philip._ My child! my Emma, revive! _Henry._ [_Apart._] Aye--now to unfold the mystery--The avenue to the eastern wing is still passable--the chamber not yet in flames--the present moment lost, and all is closed for ever. I will be satisfied, or perish. [_Exit._ _Miss B._ Am I restor'd to my dear father's arms? _Sir Philip._ Yes, only blessing of my life! In future thy wishes shall be mine--thy happiness my joy. _Enter_ HANDY, _jun. and_ SUSAN. _Handy, jun._ My dear friend safe! and the lovely Emma in his arms! Then let the bonfire blaze.