Vittia. Ha!
Yolanda. Insolence, false
And feigning! But no matter; lies are brief.
I'll go myself to him.
Berengere enters.
Yolanda. If he could trust you—but he could not.
Vittia. Knowing
A Paphian ere this has fondled two?
Yolanda. You hear, mother? (To Vittia). Out of my way at once.
Berengere. Stay, stay! She has not told him! nothing!... Yes,
I too have been aware and kept you blind.
For he was overworn, and still is, much.
But now his wound——
Yolanda. Wound! he is wounded?
Berengere. He sleeps.