Vittia. It was enough
Merely to sigh—and fear her innocence
Can only seem simple again as dew
If you wed freely Camarin of Paphos.
Yolanda. And that, you could! though in her heart remorse
Trampled and tore!
Though with the wounds of battle he you "love"
Is livid still.
Vittia. And grieves?—Be comforted!
For he is—now security has come.
(Shows ring; Yolanda falls back.)
As he is, do not fear.
Yolanda. Amaury!... Oh!
He is not! no, Amaury!... He? so soon?—
Ah, you are merciless!
Vittia. Only aware
How to compel your pity to my ends;
For you will spare his mother.
Yolanda. Yielding—still,
And past all season of recovery?
Shattering love for ever at my feet?
No, you are duped. For empty, cold are the veins
Now of submission in me; numb and dead
The pleading of it. And upon you, back,
I cast the burden of your cruelty.
(Slowly.)
And—if she dies in terror of the lips
Of Renier Lusignan—on your peace
The guilt be!