(Yolanda moves apart.)
Renier. Nobly you pity! But it will not veil her.
Rather the convent and the crucifix,
Matin and Vesper in a round remote,
And senseless beads, for such.—But what more now
Is she demanding?
Berengere. Little.
Renier. Not the means
Still to deceive Amaury?
Berengere. Renier ... no.
(Speaks loathly.)
But I have a request that, if you grant,
Will lead peace back to us ... and from us draw
This fang of fate.
Renier. Ah.
Berengere. Yes.
Renier (slowly). And we might be
As those that wedded love?