Yolanda. But wholly shall.
Clasp me within your arms; he must believe
'Tis I and not his wife you have unhallowed,
Your arms about me, though they burn! and breathe me
Thirst of unbounded love as unto her.
(He clasps her, and they wait.)
Ah, it is he!
Camarin. No.
Yolanda. Yes, the words; at once!
Camarin (hoarsely). With all my body and soul-breath I love you,
(Renier enters with Moro.)
And all this night is ours for ecstasy.
Kiss me with quenchless kisses, and embrace
Me with your beauty, till——
(Yolanda with a cry, as of fear, loses herself, pretending to discover Renier, who is struck rigid.)
Moro. My lord, my lord!...
It is Yolanda.