[Kisses her hand and goes.
Amaury. Yolanda!... He?... This reverence as to
An angel? Speak!
Yolanda. Amaury——
Amaury. O pause not!
Yolanda. Then—to save her who's dead—from death and shame,
I took her place within the Paphian's arms.
Amaury. O! ... and by me, driven by me, bore this?
[Overcome.
Pure as the rills of Paradise, endured?
Yolanda. For you!—and her who sleeps forgiven there.
[Raptly.