_Henry._ The Castle in flames! What occasioned it?
_Everg._ Poor lady! I just now beheld her looking with agony from that window!
_Everg._ [_Holding him._] Are you mad? the great staircase is in flames.
_Henry._ I care not! Should we meet no more, tell Sir Philip I died for his daughter!
_Henry._ Old man, do not cling to me thus--'Sdeath! men will encounter peril to ruin a woman, and shall I hesitate when it is to save one? [_Exit._
_Everg._ Brave, generous boy! Heaven preserve thee!
_Sir Philip._ Emma, my child, where art thou?
_Everg._ I fear, sir, the Castle will be destroyed.
_Sir Philip._ My child! my child! where is she? speak!
_Everg._ Alas! she remains in the Castle!
_Sir Philip._ Ah; then will I die with her! [_Going._
_Everg._ Hold, dear master! if human power can preserve her, she is safe--The bravest, noblest of men has flown to her assistance.
_Sir Philip._ Heaven reward him with its choicest blessings!
_Sir Philip._ Henry! Heaven will reward him--I will reward him!
_Sir Philip._ Bountiful Creator, accept my thanks!
_Enter_ HENRY, _bearing_ EMMA _in his arms._
_Henry._ [_Apart._] Aye--now to unfold the mystery--The avenue to the eastern wing is still passable--the chamber not yet in flames--the present moment lost, and all is closed for ever. I will be satisfied, or perish. [_Exit._
_Miss B._ Am I restor'd to my dear father's arms?
_Sir Philip._ Yes, only blessing of my life! In future thy wishes shall be mine--thy happiness my joy.
_Handy, jun._ My dear friend safe! and the lovely Emma in his arms! Then let the bonfire blaze.
_Sir Philip._ But, Emma, where is your Henry? I wish to be just to him--I wish to thank him.
_Miss B._ He has withdrawn, to avoid our gratitude.--
_Everg._ No--he again rushed into the Castle, exclaiming, "I will penetrate that chamber, or perish in the attempt."
_Handy, jun._ Hush, for Heaven's sake collect yourself!
_Miss B._ Ah! [_Shrieks._] Thank Heaven, he's safe! What urged you, Henry, again to venture in the Castle?
_Henry._ Fate! the desperate attempt of a desperate man!
_Henry._ Yes; the mystery is developed. In vain the massy bars, cemented with their cankerous rust, opposed my entrance--in vain the heated suffocating damps enveloped me--in vain the hungry flames flashed their vengeance round me! What could oppose a man struggling to know his fate? I forced the doors, a firebrand was my guide, and among many evidences of blood and guilt, I found--these! [_Produces a knife and bloody cloth._]