ill speak to her alone. Go, all of you,
There to the fountain.

_Yolanda._ Yes, Amaury, then
One searching of my face shall free your fear.
Alone, alone.

_Renier._ Still to befool him!

_Yolanda_ (_warningly_). Choose!
I cannot suffer more of this.

_Amaury._ Nor I
To breathe ever the burning of this mist
Of anguish and insatiate accusal.--
This wound upon my throat, fever it not
With longer fire of doubt, Yolanda.

_Yolanda._ Ah!

_Berengere._ I am not well. I will go to my chamber.

[_She passes into the castle._

_Renier._ But I never until this guiler grants
I found her in the arms of Camarin,
Drinking the frenzied wine of passion
He poured from his soul.

_Amaury._ Yolanda?

_Renier._ She is silent;
Dumb to deny it.

_Amaury._ But she will, she will.
You've driven her with dread and awe.

_Vittia_ (_lightly_). And truth?

_Amaury._ Have wounded her. But do not fear, Yolanda;
Fiercely disown.

_Yolanda._ Amaury ... it is true.

[_He staggers slowly back._

No, no; I have not been faithless to you--
Even a moment
To the divinity of love high-altared
Here in my breast! to the immutable
Beauty of it! ... look, look not on me so--
As if I had struck, murdered a little child!
Or palsied one who put a hand to help me;
Or through eternity had desecrated,
Vainly, virginity and trust and truth!
No, my Amaury! I ... do you not see?

[_Hysterically._

Not faithless, hear! it is not true! not true!
But only this----

_Camarin._ Yolanda!

_Yolanda._ I----

_Camarin._ Yolanda!

[_A moment, then she sinks down, her face in her
hands._ AMAURY _groans; then starting goes
fiercely to_ HASSAN, _and taking his sword
recrosses trembling to_ CAMARIN.

_Amaury._ The day you first set step in Lusignan
An image of the Magdalen within
The chapel yonder fell--presaging this.
Only your death, your death or mine stands pale
Between us now, awaiting silently.
Draw, and at once.

_Camarin._ Amaury, I will not.