Renier. Vainly implored.—
Yet ask her this, If she three nights ago——
Amaury. I will not so insult her.
Tremitus. Aieh——
Renier. Insult?
She knows what I would bid and does she hurl
Her soul in any disavowal?
Amaury. I
Will speak to her alone. Go, all of you,
There to the fountain.
Yolanda. Yes, Amaury, then
One searching of my face shall free your fear.
Alone, alone.
Renier. Still to befool him!
Yolanda (warningly). Choose!
I cannot suffer more of this.
Amaury. Nor I
To breathe ever the burning of this mist
Of anguish and insatiate accusal.—
This wound upon my throat, fever it not
With longer fire of doubt, Yolanda.
Yolanda. Ah!