(To Hassan.)
Bid Moro and Amaury.—As for her,
I soon may come and seek forgiveness.
Berengere. No!
(Hassan goes.)
My brain and breath!... the pall ... where am I ... how
Long must I lie!...
Tremitus. She speaks to visions. So,
So can the blood do—trick us utterly!
(He supports her—with Alessa—slowly up steps and off. Yolanda covers her eyes. Hassan returns with Moro, then, and Amaury, whose look seeks Vittia.)
Yolanda (as all stand silent).
Speak, speak, and tell him!
Renier. Yes, Amaury ... you
Are sent for to behold Yolanda wed,
As you commanded,
Here unto Camarin. Shame has till now
Withheld her, but ... what ails you?
Amaury. On; go on.
The sudden blood up to my wounds.