LUDOVIQUO.
That they should bear him to your presence. See!
With sad slow steps they come.
Enter Soldiers hearing the Hermit on a low bier, and set him down near the front of the Stage. The Countess stands in woeful silence till he is placed, then throws herself at his feet, embracing them.
COUNTESS.
Who hast, to save us from impending ruin,
Thy life so nobly sacrificed; receive,—
While yet thy soul hath taste of earthly things,—
Receive my thanks, my tears, my love, my blessing;
The yearning admiration of a heart
Most grateful! Generous man, whoe'er thou art,
Thy deeds have made thee blood and kindred to me.
O that my prayers and tears could move thy God,
Who sent such aid, to spare thy precious life!
HERMIT (uncovering his head, and discovering the face of Garcio).
