Berengere (weakly). What does she say?

Yolanda. Find calmness now, and some expedient.

[She struggles to think.

Berengere. I cannot die.

Yolanda. No, no.

Berengere. My flesh is weak,
Is poor of courage—poverished by guilt,
As all my soul is! But, Yolanda, you—!

Yolanda. Yes, something must be done—something be done.

[Camarin goes to the curtains and returns.

Berengere. The shame ... the shame ... the shame!

Yolanda. There yet is time.