Draw, and at once.
Camarin. Amaury, I will not.
Amaury. Out, quickly.
Camarin. Do your will. I'll put no more
To the guilt I bear, or to the misery
That guilt has brought upon you.
Amaury. Coward!
Camarin. Strike!
Amaury. You play a part! (Raves.) And 'tis that you may live
Still in the love that you a thief have stolen.
So, with your steel – !
Camarin. It stays within its sheath.
Amaury. Then I will not be thwarted though I must
Crush you as one a viper with his heel,
Though I must take your leper throat into
My hands and strangle life from it!
For the same sky you breathe I will not.
The sun that falls upon you shall not foul
My being —
Though I must go down into hell for it.
[He starts, frenzied, to strike, but suddenly staggers; then clasps at his throat, drops the sword, and sinks down moaning.
Yolanda. His wound!
Tremitus. Aeih, aeih! at last.
Yolanda. Amaury! Oh!
[Runs to him. He struggles to his feet.
Amaury! Amaury!
Amaury. Stand away from me.
[She falls back; he laughs in derision.
I to believe her pure as my own mother!
Vittia. Had you but trusted me, Amaury.
Amaury. You?
[Looks long at her.
Henceforth I will.
Vittia. And wholly?
Amaury (significantly). She … shall do it.
[Starts into the castle.
Yolanda (dauntedly). Amaury! what is this?
Vittia. That, ere a dawn,
Guileless Yolanda, you shall wed with him
Your paramour of Paphos —
Yolanda. Camarin?
Vittia. And from these gates be led wanton away.
[Yolanda, for a moment whelmed, tries to laugh scorn; but, turning, her eye meets Renier's full of suspicion. He follows Amaury meaningly into the castle.
Curtain
ACT III
The Same Day
Scene: The Hall and loggia of Act I; but toward sunset, and afar, on the flushed sea, are seen the fisher-boats returning pale-winged to shore. In the left distance, also, a portion of Famagouste is visible above the waves – its orient walls and towers, white domes and houses, interspersed with tall palms. The interior of the Hall is the same; only the divan is placed to the front and left, the lectern near the balcony leading to the sleeping apartments and to the chapel. Smarda is lying lithely on the divan, beguiled with her charms and amulets, and from time to time giving a low, sinuous laugh. Vittia enters, watches a moment, thoughtful, then advances.
Vittia. Smarda —
Smarda (springing up). Lady … your slave!
Vittia. I think you are.