Tremitus. But, sir—!... Aeih!
My precious physic wasted!
Amaury. Till I prove it!
For ... my Yolanda!...
You who are purity if Mary still
Is mother of God and lighteth Paradise!
You in whose presence I am purged as one
Bathing a thousand years in angel song!
They say, you, who are stainless to my eyes
As is the sacring-bell to holy ears,
So undefiled even the perfect lily
Pendant upon your breast fears to pollute it!
Listen, they tell me you—A fool, a fool
Would know it unbelievable and laugh.
Renier. As now a fool is doing?
Amaury. O, sir, pardon.
You are my father, and, I must believe,
Mean well this monster breath's unchastity,
As does this lady (of Vittia) who has gently nursed me.
But you were tricked; it was illusion swum
Before your sleep. Therefore my purpose is
Now to forget it.
Tremitus. Aeih! and to return
Now to my drugs.
Renier. Stand off!—As dogs forget
The lash in hunger of the wonted bone?
(Laughs angrily.)
Amaury. A poison so incredible and dark
You cannot duped innoculate me with.
Trust in my veins makes of it but more love.
And to dispel your minds (goes to Camarin) I'll clasp his hand
Whom you have so accused.
Vittia. O do, my lord!
(Smiles disdainfully.)