Vittia. To say you've chosen?
And offer me irrevocable aid
To win Amaury?
Renier. All is vain in me
Before the fever for it.
Vittia. Then, I shall.
It must be done. My want is unafraid.
Hourly I am expecting out of Venice
Letters of power.
And what to you I pledge is he shall be
Ruler of Cyprus and these Mediterranean
Blue seas that rock ever against its coast.
That do I pledge ... but more.
Renier. Of rule?... Then what?
Vittia (going up to him). Of shame withheld—dishonor unrevealed.
[As he recoils.
Hush! there are steps.
[The slave re-enters.
Smarda?
Smarda (quickly). My lady!