And then embrace him in whose arms three nights
Ago she was embraced.
Yolanda (to her). Can you so say!
Vittia. Yes, and will add——
Amaury. Lady of Venice, nothing!
But this to all, I answer!—
There is my mother, see,
Wounded with wonder of this plight, and pity.
Yolanda has dwelt by her
As the fawn
By the white doe on mount Chionodes.
I would as quick believe that she had given
Her holiness up to contamination
As that Yolanda——
Yolanda. Amaury, enough!... I know!
Amaury. As quickly!
Yolanda. Then ... quell this delirium!
(A pause.)
Out of your thought forever let it fall,
Hear no more of it, ever!
Be deaf to it as to a taunt of doom,
In triple mail to every peaceless word,
Granite against even its memory.
Say that you will, and now!...
Renier. So that you may
Allure him yet to wed you?