Yolanda. I thank ... Madonna ... thee!
(Vittia laughs and goes.)
But you, mother, are come at last to say
Your promises, broken two days, are kept?
You've spoken? won Lord Renier to wisdom?
Pled him to silence which alone can save us?
Dear mother——?
Berengere. Do not call me so again.
(Turns away.)
I have not—and I will not.
Yolanda. Oh!
Berengere. I cannot....
Yolanda. But can leave me so laden here within
This gulf's dishonour? Never!... So return
And pledge him but to wait!
For this Venetian has now, I bode,
Something of evil more,
When once Amaury hears all that has passed.
Return!
Berengere. I cannot.