[pg 36]

[pg 36]

 Aust. O Giver of all good! Eternal Lord!

   Am I so bless'd at last, to see my son?

 Theod. Let me be deaf for ever, if my ears

   Deceive me now! did he not say his son?

 Aust. I did, I did! let this, and this, convince thee.

   I am that Clarinsal; I am thy father.

 Count. Why works this foolish moisture to my eyes?        [Aside.

[Aside.

   Down, nature! what hast thou to do with vengeance?

 Theod. Oh, sir! thus bending, let me clasp your knees;—

   Now, in this precious moment, pay at once

   The long, long debt of a lost son's affection.

 Count. [Aside.] Destruction seize them both! Must I behold

[Aside.]

   Their transports, ne'er, perhaps, again to know

   A son's obedience, or a father's fondness!

 Aust. Dear boy! what miracle preserved thee thus,

   To give thee back to France?

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