(With exultance.)
Will, will not, will not, will not!
But you it is—
For in the worst that live there still is heaven!—
Must null his doubt and ease the sobbing ebb
And flood of her sick spirit; you who must
Go to his fear and with persuasion say
That it is folly of him and of you
So to suspect her, since in Camarin's
Arms I was found. You will!
Vittia. And—then go pray?
(Draws out the papers scornfully.)
Rather I'll bring you this:—Authority
Sent me of Venice
To make Amaury lordly over Cyprus,
Or to abase him even of Famagouste;
Which I will do—
(Goes to her.)
Unless I have the pledge that you will wed,
Though not to be his wife and free to leave him,
This Paphian,
And with him from Lusignan hence will pass,
(Camarin appears on loggia.)
And he has come now for your answer.
Yolanda. Here!
In league with you! in this!