_Drave_ [leading Augusta to Rose]. Rose, I give you a daughter, who shall console you in your old-age! [To the old man] Good old father, here are your children again. (PHILIP and LEWIS embrace their uncle.) _Old Man._ God's blessings be upon you, my children! Children of my dear Maria in Heaven--support me in your arms, which broke my chains--In them I will expire, with prayers for your happiness, with blessings on thee, Philip, my supporter and guardian angel. F I N I S