Vittia. No.
Yolanda. The heaping mass of horror!
Vittia (moved). No, on her own; for she has sinned.
Yolanda. And suffered!
But you——
Vittia. I say her own. I've done no crime.
And you will wed him.
Yolanda. Were I Venetian!
But am not; so remorse has come in you!
There at the gates that guard your rest you hear
Dim now the risen phantom cries of it,
The presage beat of them like hungry hands
That will o'erwhelm you!
All that I could to spare her I have done;
All that was duty and of love the most.
But you it was who struck and kindled first
Within Lord Renier fire of suspicion.
Then yours the penance!
Vittia. Liar!... ah ... enough.
(Recovers herself.)
A babe I am so to be fed with fright.
You—well I know—will not desert her thus
To ... the medusa of his doubt.
Yolanda. I will not.