Renier. It has,
I say, withheld her. But she now has chosen.
Amaury. So; and ... it is well. And here are her
Vows I have kept—
(Takes a packet from his breast.)
Vows and remembrances ... I shall aspire—
(Hands it; she lets it fall.)
That I may loathe her not o'ermuch; and to
Muffle my sword from him that now she weds.
(His voice breaks tonelessly.)
Come, let it be.
Yolanda. Amaury!