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Yolanda of Cyprus

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2017
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Camarin. Why, you are mad!

Yolanda. Be still.

Camarin. Amaury was not then delayed? is – here?

[Voices are heard perturbed within the castle. Then Amaury, putting aside Renier and Tremitus, followed by Vittia and others, enters down.

Amaury. I'll not return unto my couch though twice

These wounds and all your wants were urging it!

Yolanda! my Yolanda! – Never, never!

[Takes her to him.

Until I prove you that a word against

Her that I hold here in my arms is more

To me than any peril.

Tremitus. But, sir – !.. Aeih!

My precious physic wasted!

Amaury. Till I prove it!

For … my Yolanda!..

You who are purity if Mary still

Is mother of God and lighteth Paradise!

You in whose presence I am purged as one

Bathing a thousand years in angel song!

They say, you, who are stainless to my eyes

As is the sacring-bell to holy ears,

So undefiled even the perfect lily

Pendent upon your breast fears to pollute it!

Listen, they tell me you – A fool, a fool

Would know it unbelievable and laugh.

Renier. As now a fool is doing?

Amaury. O, sir, pardon.

You are my father, and, I must believe,

Mean well this monster breath's unchastity,

As does this lady (of Vittia) who has gently nursed me.

But you were tricked; it was illusion swum

Before your sleep. Therefore my purpose is

Now to forget it.

Tremitus. Aieh! and to return

Now to my drugs.

Renier. Stand off! – As dogs forget

The lash in hunger of the wonted bone?

[Laughs angrily.

Amaury. A poison so incredible and dark

You cannot duped inoculate me with.

Trust in my veins makes 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!
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