[_Enters, locking the grating behind him. Then he
hurries down and leans to lift her face._

_Berengere._ No, no! nor ever, ever again, for ever!

[_Shrinks._

Go from me and behind leave no farewell....

_Camarin._ This is--illusion. In the dew I've waited,
And the night's song of you is in my brain--
A song that seems----

_Berengere._ Withhold from words. At last
Fate is begun! See, with the cross it was
I waved you hither. Leave me--let me pass
Out of this sin--and to repentance--after.

_Camarin._ I cannot, cannot!

_Berengere._ Pity, then, my fear.
This moment were it known would end with murder,
Or did it not, dishonour still would kill!
Leave, leave.

_Camarin._ To-morrow, then; but not to-night!

[_He goes behind and puts his arms around her._

Give me thy being once again, thy beauty.
For it I'm mad as bacchanals for wine.

[YOLANDA, _entering on the balcony, hears, and
would retreat, but sees_ RENIER _come to the
grating._

Once more be to me all that woman may!
Let us again take rapture wings and rise
Up to our world of love, guilt would unsphere.
Let us live over days that passed as streams
Limpid by lotus-banks unto the sea,
O'er all the whispered nights that we have clasped
Knowing the heights and all the deeps of passion!
But speak, and we shall be amid the stars.

[RENIER _draws a dagger and leaves the grating.
With a low cry_ YOLANDA _staggers down: the Two
rise, fearful._

_Berengere._ Yolanda!

_Yolanda._ Mother, mother!... Ah, his eyes!

_Berengere._ What brings you here--to spy upon me?

_Yolanda._ Listen!...
Think not of me--no, hush--but of the peril
Arisen up ... Your husband!

_Camarin._ Renier?

_Yolanda._ Was at that grating--heard. And from its sheath
Drew forth a dagger!--Ah!

_Berengere_ (_weakly_). What does she say?

_Yolanda._ Find calmness now, and some expedient.

[_She struggles to think._

_Berengere._ I cannot die.

_Yolanda._ No, no.

_Berengere._ My flesh is weak,
Is poor of courage--poverished by guilt,