Renier. Too much.
You cherish her and reap unchastity
For gratitude—unchastity against
Our very son who was betrothed to her.
Yet see her shameless.
Berengere (dully). No; I think you wrong her.
[Yolanda moves apart.
Renier. Nobly you pity! But it will not veil her.
Rather the convent and the crucifix,
Matin and Vesper in a round remote,
And senseless beads, for such.—But what more now
Is she demanding?
Berengere. Little.
Renier. Not the means
Still to deceive Amaury?
Berengere. Renier ... no.
[Speaks loathly.
But I have a request that, if you grant,
Will lead peace back to us ... and from us draw
This fang of fate.
Renier. Ah.