And yet I cannot rue
That he awaking sudden from the potion
Surprised the dew of it upon my lips.
No, and I would that gentle words might be
As waters of enchantment on his grief——
But of Yolanda—
(Rises.)
Amaury. Still I love her, still!
Vittia (strainedly). As well she knows, so may refuse to wed
With Camarin.
Amaury. She?
Vittia. Since you are Lusignan,
Heir of a sceptred line,
And yet may reach—the realm.
Amaury (pierced). No ... not for that
Her hope was?
Vittia. Were it folly to make sure?
(A pause.)
Amaury. How? speak.