Berengere. I am not well. I will go to my chamber.
[She passes into the castle.
Renier. But I never until this guiler grants
I found her in the arms of Camarin,
Drinking the frenzied wine of passion
He poured from his soul.
Amaury. Yolanda?
Renier. She is silent;
Dumb to deny it.
Amaury. But she will, she will.
You've driven her with dread and awe.
Vittia (lightly). And truth?
Amaury. Have wounded her. But do not fear, Yolanda;
Fiercely disown.
Yolanda. Amaury ... it is true.
[He staggers slowly back.