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!