her lips!
They strive to speak! O faintly. O so faint!
Can you not hear?

_Berengere._ Yolanda!

_Yolanda._ Mother!

_Berengere._ Renier!

_Renier._ Yes, yes?

_Berengere._ Yolanda--

_Renier._ Speak!

_Berengere._ Christ, save me ... Christ!
Yolanda's innocent, and I ... 'twas I.

_Amaury._ What? what is it she says?

_Berengere._ Camarin! Ah!

[_She shudders and dies, amid low uttered awe._
RENIER _bends, lays his hand a moment on her
breast, then, with a cry of rage, springs from
her and draws, and rushes on_ CAMARIN, _who
awaits him, desperate._

_Amaury_ (_confused, as they engage_).
Yolanda; what is this?

_Yolanda._ Amaury, in!
Compel lord Renier back! he cannot live,
You only could against Camarin now!
Wait not to question, but obey me! if--
You ever--! (_as he rushes in_) Holy Magdalen, defend him!

[RENIER _falls back._

Now, now defend him, if to chastity
Thou'rt vowed in heaven.

_Vittia._ Fool!... Camarin, strike!

_Yolanda._ He's wounded!

_Camarin._ Oh!... Berengere! ... treachery!

[_He staggers and sinks back heavily toward the
pillar. There is breathless, strained suspense.
Then the image above, unsettled and shaken by
his fall, sways, totters and crushes upon him.
A cry, "The Magdalen!" goes up around._

_Hassan_ (_hurrying to him; after awe and silence_).
He's dead.

_Alessa._ The Magdalen!

_Hassan._ No breath in him.

[_A pause._

_Renier_ (_low, harshly_).
Bear him without then ever from this place,
That never more shall know a holy rite--
And from these gates, I care not to what tomb.

[_To_ AMAURY.

Then shall you hear this mystery's content,
That still as a madness measures to your sight.
Bear him without.

[_The limp body is borne away. All follow but_
AMAURY, YOLANDA, RENIER.

Now you shall hear, with shame,
But with exalted pride and happy tears;
Then come obliteration!
Speak, girl.... Nobilit