[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.] _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-- [She sinks gradually into his embrace, and he supports her on his breast in speechless tenderness.] _Long._ Detested sight! well, well, curses are weak revenge, and I'll disdain their use. _Flor._ Remove the monster to some sure confinement. The Count hereafter shall pronounce his punishment. _Long._ Already I endure my heaviest curse. I view the objects of my hatred crown'd with joy. Come! to a dungeon!--darkness is welcome, since it hides me from exulting foes! [_Exit._ _Ger._ (_advancing with tenderness._) Florian!--friend--ah! yet a dearer name--you rob me of a birth-right, still I must greet my new-found kinsman. _Flor._ Geraldine! what means my love? _De Val._ Florian! Heaven mysteriously o'er-watch'd thy hour of peril, and led a father through the desert, unconsciously to succour and redeem his child. _Flor._ Ha! De Valmont's glorious blood then circles in these veins! --My parent, my preserver! Ha! twice has existence been my father's gift.