What is beyond this shame upon Yolanda?
Vittia. My lord——?
Amaury. What! It is moving in me clouded,
Deeper than sight but pressing at my peace.
My father's look! you saw it!
Vittia. Ah!
Amaury. And saw
Fear in my mother!
Vittia. Yes, implanted deep.
Amaury. And did not wonder?
Vittia (sits). When I knew its source?
No need, my lord—though your pang too I marked—
For, trust me, ere to-morrow all will cease—
If you are firm.
Amaury. I? who know nought? In what?
Vittia. That do not ask, I pray. (Deftly.) Another could
Fitly reply, but I——