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Yolanda of Cyprus
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2017
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Your arms about me, though they burn! and breathe me
Thirst of unbounded love as unto her.
[He clasps her, and they wait.
Ah, it is he!
Camarin. No.
Yolanda. Yes, the words; at once!
Camarin (hoarsely). With all my body and soul-breath I love you,
[Renier enters with Moro.
And all this night is ours for ecstasy.
Kiss me with quenchless kisses, and embrace
Me with your beauty, till —
[Yolanda with a cry, as of fear, looses herself, pretending to discover Renier, who is struck rigid.
Moro. My lord, my lord!..
It is Yolanda.
Renier. Then —
[The dagger falls from him.
Why, then – Amaury!
[Yolanda, realising, stunned, sinks back to the divan.
Curtain
ACT II
Several Days Have Elapsed
Scene: The forecourt of the castle, beyond which is the garden and in the distance the mountains, under the deep tropical blue of morning. On the right the wall enclosing the castle grounds runs back and is lost in the foliage of cypress, palm, orange; it is pierced by an arched gate with lifted portcullis. On the left rises the dark front of the castle, its arabesqued doorway open. Across the rear a low arcaded screen of masonry, with an entrance to the right, separates the court from the garden. Before it a fountain, guarded by a statue of a Knight of St. John, falls into a porphyry basin. By the castle door, to the front, and elsewhere, are stone seats. Hassan is standing moodily by the screen, left, looking out the portcullis. He starts, hearing steps, and as the old leach Tremitus enters, motions him silently into thecastle; then muttering "the old blood-letter," stands as before, while Civa, Maga, and Mauria are heard in the garden, and enter gaily bearing water-jars to the fountain. Civa sees his look and breaks into a twitting laughter. The other two join her.
Civa. Look at him! Maga! Mauria! behold!
Was ever sight so sweet upon the world?
Is he not very Joy?
Mauria (critically). Now, is he not?
With the price of vinegar upon his face.
[All laugh.
The price of vinegar! who'll buy! – Not I!
Not I! Not I! Not I!
Hassan. Wench.
Civa. Verily!
And not a man! he has discovered it!
You're not a man, Mauria! we were duped.
[Mauria slaps her playfully.
But see him now – a mummy of the Nile!
Who died of choler!
Mauria. Then, a care, he'll bite.
He's been in the grave a long while and he's hungry.
A barley-loaf, quick, Maga!
Civa. To appease him!
But s-sh! beware! there's something of import.
[They stop in mock awe before him.
What does he think of?
Mauria. Sphinxes and the spheres.
Civa. Or little ants and gnats that buzz about him.
Mauria. And how to make them smart for sauciness.
Civa. Or of Alessa!
Maga. No, no, Civa! come;
Enough of teasing.
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