[Turns away.
And yet I cannot rue
That he awaking sudden from the potion
Surprised yearning and truth upon my lips.
No, and I would that gentle words might be
As waters of enchantment on his grief.—
But of Yolanda—
[Rises.
Amaury. Still I love her, still!
Vittia (strainedly). As well she knows, so may refuse to wed
With Camarin.
Amaury. She?
Vittia. Since you are Lusignan,
Heir of a sceptred line,
And yet may reach—the realm.
Amaury (pierced). Which ... do you mean,
She hopes of?
Vittia. Were it folly to make sure?
[A pause.