Vittia. Yet I may be mistress of them,
Ere all is done—since still it is my purpose.
Yolanda. Gulfs wide as the hate of God for infamy
Would lie preventing; so there is no fear.
(Sits.)
Yolanda. A deeper than disdain.
Vittia. Or than your love of Camarin of Paphos!
Yolanda. Which you would feign, but cannot.
Vittia. Still, before
Evening is done, you will become his wife?
Yolanda. If, ere it come, all under Lusignan
Do not look scorn on Vittia Pisani.
(Rises.)