Amaury. You play a part! (Raves.) And 'tis that you may live
Still in the love that you a thief have stolen.
So, with your steel——!
Camarin. It stays within its sheath.
Amaury. Then I will not be thwarted though I must
Crush you as one a viper with his heel,
Though I must take your leper throat into
My hands and strangle life from it!
For the same sky you breathe I will not.
The sun that falls upon you shall not foul
My being—
Though I must go down into hell for it.
(He starts, frenzied, to strike, but suddenly staggers; then clasps at his throat, drops the sword, and sinks down moaning.)
Yolanda. His wound!
Tremitus. Aeih, aeih! at last.
Yolanda. Amaury! Oh!
(Runs to him. He struggles to his feet.)
Amaury! Amaury!
Amaury. Stand away from me.