Yolanda (proudly). Then hear, hear me! I
Too am a woman, and the woman wants,
The beauty and ache and dream and glow and urge
Of an unreckoned love are mine as yours.
I will not lose Amaury; but will tell him
Myself the truth.
Berengere. Then—I'll not stay for death,
And wait for shame. But now with Camarin
Will go from here.
Yolanda. Mother!
Berengere. To some retreat
Away!
Yolanda. Where still pursuit would follow! even,
I fear, Amaury's!—
And overtake you though it were as far
As the sea foams, or past the sandy void
Of stricken Africa. It would be vain.
Vain, and I cannot have you. No, but listen——
(Breaks off seeing Renier, on the castle threshold. His look is on her, but he comes down addressing Berengere.)
Renier. She troubles you too much.
Berengere. My lord?
Renier. Too much.
You cherish her and reap unchastity
For gratitude—unchastity against
Our very son who was betrothed to her.
Yet see her shameless.
Berengere (dully). No; I think you wrong her.