"Oh, Rosabella!" screamed Father Morris, rushing into the room in an agony of despair; "save her! save my child!"
"Your child?" cried Rosabella; "can it be possible that you are my father?"
"I am—I am;—but fly—fly—and I forgive every thing; only let us fly!"
"Alas!" cried Marianne; "he has but too much reason for his agony. The enemy have entered the city."
"What will become of us?" ejaculated the friar. "Fiend! monster! barbarian!" cried he, addressing Cheops, and seizing him roughly by the arm; "deliver us! It was thy accursed counsels which involved us in ruin. Save us!"
"My counsels that led you to ruin!" returned Cheops, with one of his bitter laughs; "say rather, your own passions. Did I urge you to murder Claudia? Nay, did I not save Elvira? Did I not warn you that the throne and misery were inseparably connected? And have not all my promises been fulfilled to the very letter?"
