[Hassan goes, confused.
You, Moro, have deferred me; now, I move.
Whether it is suspicion eats in me,
Mistrust and fret and doubt—of whom I say not,
Or whether desire, and unsubduable,
To see Amaury sceptred—I care not.
[To Smarda.
Slave, to your lady who awaits me, say
I'm here and now have chosen.
Moro. Do not!
[Smarda goes.
None can be great who will not hush his heart
To hold a sceptre, and Amaury must.
He is Lusignan and his lineage
Will drown in him Yolanda's loveliness.
Moro. It will not.
Renier. Then at least I shall uncover
What this Venetian hints.