Yolanda. To ... what?
Hassan. If you will dare it.
Yolanda. Will—?
[Rises.
Hassan. I swear.
Yolanda. Your thought! I have no fear.
Hassan. Then ... let me but
Seize her and shut her fast an hour within
The leprous keep, and she shall write whate'er
You order; then upon a vessel quick
Be sent to Venice whence she came.
Camarin. Mad! mad!
Venice would rise!
Hassan. And Cyprus, to be free!—
But 'tis not, lady! and lord Renier
Shall have a letter of her guile and flight.
Venture it, venture!
Yolanda (after a long pause). If it can be done,
It shall be.