Vittia. Fa.
Yolanda. The heaping mass of horror!
Vittia (moved). Liar, on her own; for she has sinned.
Yolanda. And suffered!
But you——
Vittia. I say her own. I've done no crime.
And you will wed him.
Yolanda. Or, ... Venetian—
Wed you to Remorse!
For there at the gates that guard your rest you hear
Dim now the risen phantom cries of it,
The presage beat of them like hungry hands
That will o'erwhelm you!
All that I could to spare her I have done;
All that was duty and of love the most.
But you it was who struck and kindled first
Within lord Renier fire of suspicion.
And you it is—
Since in the worst that live there yet is heaven!—
Must null his doubt and ease the sobbing ebb
And flood of her sick spirit; you who must
Go to his fear and with persuasion say
That it is folly of him and of you
So to suspect her, since in Camarin's
Arms I was found. You will!
[Draws out the papers scornfully.
Rather I'll bring you this:—Authority
Sent me of Venice
To make Amaury lordly over Cyprus,
Or to abase him even of Famagouste;
Which I will do—
[Goes to her.