[CAMARIN _appears from garden._

Ah, and he seeks us now! unwhelmed of it!
Ready of step, impassive, cold! And see--

[CAMARIN _bows forcedly._

A flawless courtesy! as of a king!
Can he not smile too on his handiwork?
Our days were merciful and he has made
Each moment's beat a blow upon the breast.
Honour was here and innocence lies now
A sacrifice that pain cannot consume.--

_Camarin._ Or death.

_Yolanda._ Then have you not, unshameable!
A help for it or healing? you who know
So well the world and its unwonted ways!
A man would have, a man.

_Camarin._ And I am barren.
My brain an arid waste under remorse.
Only one thing it yields--the love of her
My love has made unholy.

_Yolanda._ While to me
The shame is left, and silence--no defence,
When it is told Amaury, "See her you
Blest with betrothal and the boon of faith,
Chose as the planet-mate of your proud star!
While, in the battle,
You with the weal of Cyprus on your brow
Dared momently peril,
We found her".... Ah, the memory is fire!----
I will not bear it.

_Camarin._ Then how? what?... You must.
Though for your suffering I am pitiful,
You must!

[_Takes her wrist._

For to one thing, one only now I'm bent----
That Berengere be saved.

_Berengere._ To-day ... no more.

_Camarin._ Suspicion and the peril-feet of shame
I must keep from her still.

_Yolanda._ Though driven o'er
My heart they trample the lone flower of hope.

[_Shaking off his hand, then, unnaturally wrought up._

And even now perhaps Amaury hears
And turns away in horror!

_Camarin._ What? Come, come.
Enough is here without----

_Yolanda_ (_as before_). I'll go to him!
Despite of them! in to his side and say
That I am innocent--as the first dawn
And dew of Eden!... Yes!

_Camarin._ A frenzy! Mere
Folly! you wander!

_Yolanda_ (_suddenly_). That was anguish? whose?

[_Is hauntedly listening._

_Camarin._ Amaury still is many leagues away--

[HASSAN _appears._

At Keryneia! Do you hear me?

_Yolanda._ Hassan!

[_Is numb as he hurries down fro