_Sir Philip._ Heaven reward him with its choicest blessings!
_Everg._ 'Tis Henry.
_Sir Philip._ Henry! Heaven will reward him--I will reward him!
_Everg._ Then be happy; Look, sir!
_Sir Philip._ Ah! dare I trust my eyes!
_Everg._ He bears her safe in his arms.
_Sir Philip._ Bountiful Creator, accept my thanks!
_Enter_ HENRY, _bearing_ EMMA _in his arms._
_Henry._ There is your daughter.
_Sir Philip._ My child! my Emma, revive!
_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.
_Enter_ HANDY, _jun. and_ SUSAN.
_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.
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