Will--?

[_Rises._

_Hassan._ I swear.

_Yolanda._ Your thought! I have no fear.

_Hassan._ Then ... let me but
Seize her and shut her fast an hour within
The leprous keep, and she shall write whate'er
You order; then upon a vessel quick
Be sent to Venice whence she came.

_Camarin._ Mad! mad!
Venice would rise!

_Hassan._ And Cyprus, to be free!--
But 'tis not, lady! and lord Renier
Shall have a letter of her guile and flight.
Venture it, venture!

_Yolanda_ (_after a long pause_). If it can be done,
It shall be.

_Hassan._ Ah!

_Yolanda._ And must be.

_Vittia._ Fools, to me!

[_She stands defensive, as_ HASSAN _prepares to close in._

_Yolanda._ Quickly, and take her.

_Hassan._ Now.

_Camarin_ (_with sudden horror_). No!... Sateless God!

[_His eyes are fixed on the balcony. All look,
appalled. For slowly down the steps comes_
RENIER _following_ BERENGERE, _whose eyes turn
back in fluttering trance upon him._

_Yolanda._ Ah! ... he will kill her! Stop, my lord! mother!
Lord Renier!

[_Runs; takes_ BERENGERE _in her arms._

Cold is she, stony pale,
And sinking!... Go away from her, go, go!

_Renier._ No ... she shall tell me.

_Yolanda._ Mother!... Tell you that
You are her murderer?

_Renier._ The truth!

_Yolanda._ The truth!

[_Laughs bitterly, and at a loss, as if amazed.
Then, almost against her will--_

It is suspicion! is that mad suspicion
That you have had of her.

_Renier._ It is! It is!

_Yolanda._ And--all because I have these days delayed
To wed with Camarin.

_Renier._ Delayed?

_Yolanda._ Because
I show befitting shame that I was here
Found in his arms ... when to Amaury
I was betrothed!

_Renier._ Power of--!--No!

_Yolanda._ Because
I grieve to leave Lusignan, this my home--
Where I have dwelt as under tented love--
Th