Camarin. Yolanda!
Camarin. Yolanda!
(A moment, then she sinks down, her face in her hands. Amaury groans; then starting goes fiercely to Hassan, and taking his sword recrosses trembling to Camarin.)
Amaury. The day you first set step in Lusignan
An image of the Magdalen within
The chapel yonder fell—presaging this.
Only your death, your death or mine stands pale
Between us now, awaiting silently.
Draw, and at once.
Camarin. Amaury, I will not.
Amaury. Out, quickly.
Camarin. Do your will. I'll put no more
To the guilt I bear, or to the misery
That guilt has brought upon you.
Amaury. Coward!
Camarin. Strike!