(Is numb as he hurries down from the castle to her. A pause; then her voice falls hoarsely.)
I hear you, speak. His wounds I know. The rest!
They've told him?
Hassan. The Venetian, who nurst him
Last night, pouring his potions—
She and Lord Renier. They broke his sleep.
He listened to them as one in a grave.
Then they besought of him
Some oath against you, were they right: he would not.
Now he has risen,
Silent and pale and suffering in leash.
He's coming here.
Camarin. Why, you are mad!
Camarin. Amaury was not then delayed? is—here?
(Voices are heard perturbed within the castle. Then Amaury, putting aside Renier and Tremitus, followed by Vittia and others, enters down.)
Amaury. I'll not return unto my couch though twice
These wounds and all your wants were urging it!
Yolanda! my Yolanda!—Never, never!
(Takes her to him.)
Until I prove you that a word against
Her that I hold here in my arms is more
To me than any peril.