Amaury. A poison so incredible and dark
You cannot duped inoculate me with.
Trust in my veins makes of it but more love.
And to dispel your minds (goes to Camarin) I'll clasp his hand
Whom you have so accused.
Vittia. O do, my lord!
[Smiles disdainfully.
And then embrace him in whose arms three nights
Ago she was embraced.
Yolanda (to her). Can you so say!
Vittia. Yes, and will add——
Amaury. Lady of Venice, nothing!
But this to all, I answer!—
There is my mother, see,
Wounded with wonder of this plight, and pity.
Yolanda has dwelt by her
As the fawn
By the white doe on mount Chionodes.
I would as quick believe that she had given
Her holiness up to contamination
As that Yolanda——
Yolanda. Amaury, enough!... I know!
Amaury. As quickly!
Yolanda. Then ... quell this delirium!