s of it but more love.
And to dispel your minds (_goes to_ CAMARIN) I'll clasp his hand
Whom you have so accused.

_Vittia._ O do, my lord!

[_Smiles disdainfully._

And then embrace him in whose arms three nights
Ago she was embraced.

_Yolanda_ (_to her_). Can you so say!

_Vittia._ Yes, and will add----

_Amaury._ Lady of Venice, nothing!
But this to all, I answer!--
There is my mother, see,
Wounded with wonder of this plight, and pity.
Yolanda has dwelt by her
As the fawn
By the white doe on mount Chionodes.
I would as quick believe that she had given
Her holiness up to contamination
As that Yolanda----

_Yolanda._ Amaury, enough!... I know!

_Amaury._ As quickly!

_Yolanda._ Then ... quell this delirium!

[_A pause._

Out of your thought forever let it fall,
Hear no more of it, ever!
Be deaf to it as to a taunt of doom,
In triple mail to every peaceless word,
Granite against even its memory.
Say that you will, and now!...

_Renier._ So that you may
Allure him yet to wed you?

_Amaury._ Sir!

_Renier._ She would.

_Yolanda._ No, no! But let him.... Then I will go far
Away from here to any alien air,
To opiate India, a lost sea-isle!
To the last peak of arid Caucasus.

_Renier._ With Camarin of Paphos?

_Yolanda._ With whoever
Your peace and this compelling pain.... Ah no!

_Renier._ With him, with him, I say?...

_Amaury._ You drive and drain her.
To me her words shall be--me and no other.
So my Yolanda now dissolve the cling
Of this invisible but heavy hydra;
I've striven with it till no more I can.
If any tare has been unseemly sown
Upon the April vision of our love,
Say it at once that I may rend and fling it
Away from us. Say it!

_Renier._ Vainly implored.--
Yet ask her this, If she three nights ago----

_Amaury._ I will not so insult her.

_Tremitus._ Aieh----

_Renier._ Insult?
She knows what I would bid and does she hurl
Her soul in any disavowal?

_Amaury._ I
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