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Yolanda of Cyprus
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2017
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Think that you are – if ever the leopard yields.
Smarda. To you, lady? A-ha! let him refuse.
Command!
Vittia. And you will heed it well; I fear not.
But first I have thought of requital.
Smarda (avidly). Ouie!
Vittia. Those amulets you wear, of jade and sard —
Smarda (quickly dark). Are for revenge – to bring revenge!
Vittia. And from
Your Scythian home, over the hated sea,
They came with you.
Smarda. Yes.
Vittia. From the home whence you
Were torn by the Moor who was your one-time master.
Is it not so?
Smarda. The spirits strangle him!
[Works at the charms.
Vittia. Well, if I win to-night what is begun
You shall not want, to-morrow,
Gold for a weightier witchery upon him.
[The slave's eyes gleam.
But listen, every sinew will be needed
Still to achieve this wedding, though we have
Camarin with us, willing. So I've learned
A ship has come from Venice.
Smarda (quickly). Pietro?
Vittia. Yes, Pietro, it must be, has arrived
With papers that will help.
Smarda. Ha! Fortune's touch!
Vittia. It is, but tardy. Therefore I must have
Them instantly.
Smarda. Ere he has time, lady,
To vaunt his loves, in Lusignan, and babble.
Vittia. As, wooing dolt, he will. But see to it.
I shall be in this place with lord Amaury,
Whom I must … but no matter.
He left me suddenly a season since
Seeing his father look strangely upon
His mother; for lord Renier's doubt I still
Have been compelled to feed – to move Yolanda.
Here in this place then I shall be, at need.
[She goes engrossedly.
Smarda (recalling the pledge; evilly). A-ha! ha-ha! ha-ha! if she but win!
A talisman with might upon the Moor!
[Begins to dance – a charm held up before her.
If she but win! a-ha! a curse on him!
[Whirls faster with a wild grace, swaying to and fro, and chanting softly the while, till suddenly a laugh in the corridor stops her, and Pietro is heard through the curtains adoring Civa, who pushes him into the Hall, then runs away laughing.
Pietro (after her). Hold, fair one! Stay! You look on Pietro
Of Venice! Pietro!
Smarda (to herself). A-ha … ha-ha!
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