Renier. It has,
I say, withheld her. But she now has chosen.
Amaury. So; and ... it is well. And here are her
Vows I have kept—
[Takes a packet from his breast.
Vows and remembrances ... I shall aspire—
[Hands it; she lets it fall.
That I may loathe her not o'ermuch; and to
Muffle my sword from him that now she weds.
[His voice breaks tonelessly.
Come, let it be.
Yolanda. Amaury!
Amaury (angrily). Priest, be brief!