_ I say her own. I've done no crime.
And you will wed him.

_Yolanda._ Or, ... Venetian--
Wed you to Remorse!
For there at the gates that guard your rest you hear
Dim now the risen phantom cries of it,
The presage beat of them like hungry hands
That will o'erwhelm you!
All that I could to spare her I have done;
All that was duty and of love the most.
But you it was who struck and kindled first
Within lord Renier fire of suspicion.
And you it is--
Since in the worst that live there yet is heaven!--
Must null his doubt and ease the sobbing ebb
And flood of her sick spirit; you who must
Go to his fear and with persuasion say
That it is folly of him and of you
So to suspect her, since in Camarin's
Arms I was found. You will!

_Vittia._ And--then go pray?

[_Draws out the papers scornfully._

Rather I'll bring you this:--Authority
Sent me of Venice
To make Amaury lordly over Cyprus,
Or to abase him even of Famagouste;
Which I will do--

[_Goes to her._

Unless I have the pledge that you will wed,
Though not to be his wife and free to leave him,
This Paphian,
And with him from Lusignan hence will pass.

[CAMARIN _appears on loggia._

And he has come now for your answer.

_Yolanda._ Here!
In league with you! in this!

_Vittia._ Most loyally;
And ready skilfully to disavow,
With every force, your innocence--if you
Attempt betrayal!--
Enter, my lord of Paphos--I have spoken.

[CAMARIN _enters desperately._

But she has pledged no further--though the life
Of Berengere Lusignan fall for it,
And though Amaury.... But you may avail.

[_Moves off._ YOLANDA _stands silently between
them._ CAMARIN _looks at her, falters, then
turns on_ VITTIA.

_Camarin._ As an anchorite covets, Venetian,
Immortal calm, I crave and covet this!
Yet ... I will not entreat it of her more.

_Vittia._ What!

_Camarin._ Fate may fall. I swore in dread, but will not!

_Yolanda_ (_low_). Madonna!

_Vittia._ You refuse?

_Yolanda._ He does.

_Vittia._ The whole?