Berengere. I cannot die.
Yolanda. No, no.
Berengere. My flesh is weak,
Is poor of courage—poverished by guilt,
As all my soul is! But, Yolanda, you—!
Yolanda. Yes, something must be done—something be done.
(Camarin goes to the curtains and returns.)
Berengere. The shame ... the shame ... the shame!
Yolanda. There yet is time.
Berengere. You can deliver! you are innocent.
Yolanda. Perhaps. Let me but think.—He came——
Berengere. You see?
There is escape? a way from it?