insanity._) Ha! ha! ha! come to the
altar,--my love waits for me, weave me a bridal crown!

_Long._ (_triumphantly._) Behold! can you doubt me now?

_Ger._ Too painfully I am convinced; miserable being! Ah! remove her
hence, before my uncle joins us; so terrible an object would
inexpressibly afflict him.

_Flor._ Yes, yes; remove her hence! but O! I charge you treat her with
the tenderest care.

_Long._ (_eagerly to his people._) Advance! bear her to my pavilion!
mark! to _my_ pavilion on the river-bank!

(The men seize upon _Eugenia_--the _Count_ appears at the same
moment advancing from the extremity of the Terrace.)

_De Val._ My friends! I come to join your pleasures.

_Eug._ (_struggling violently._) Hark! he calls me to his arms--unhand
me! nay, then oh! cruel, cruel, cruel.

(Overcome by her exertions, she sinks into a swoon and falls in
the arms of the two men. _Longueville_ rapidly draw her veil
across to conceal her features from the _Count_ as he advances.)

_Long._ Away with her this instant!

[He turns quickly toward the Terrace and catches De Valmont's arm
as he descends to prevent his approach--then turns imperatively to
the men.]

_Long._ Quick! Quick! away!

_De Valmont_ pauses in surprize: _Longueville_ maintains his
restraining attitude. _Florian_ and _Geraldine_ join to arrest his
steps: the bravos withdraw the insensible and unresisting _Eugenia_
upon the opposite side: The various characters dispose themselves
into a picture, and the curtain falls upon the Scene.

End of act II.

ACT III.

SCENE I.--_The Steward's Room, _Gaspard_ and _L'Eclair_ discovered
drinking, the latter half-intoxicated._

_Gas._ Adod! a very masterpiece of the military art? Why this Turenne
must be a famous captain. I'll drink his health, (_drinks_) Odso! where
did we leave the enemy? Oh! the Bavarians were just driven across the
Neckar, and had destroyed the bridge. Well, and then what did our
troops?

_L'Ecl._ They clashed after them thro' the river like a pack of otters.

_Gasp._ Hold; you said just now the river wasn't fordable.

_L'Ecl._ Did I? Pshaw, I only meant, it wasn't fordable to the enemy:
no, poor devils! they couldn't ford it certainly; but as to our hussars:
whew! such fellows as they would _get_ thro' any thing, were it ever so
deep to the bottom. (_takes the flask from Gaspard and drinks_).

_Gasp._ O! the rare