Vittia (going up to him). Of shame withheld—dishonour unrevealed.
(He half recoils and stands. Smarda enters hastily to them.)
Smarda. My lady—
Vittia. Speak.
Smarda. She!
Vittia. Who? Yolanda? comes?
She's not asleep as you averred to me,
Was not asleep, but comes?... My lord—!
Renier. I'll stay,
Stay and confront her.
Vittia. Ignorantly? No.
Renier. I'll question her.
Vittia. Blindly, and peril all?