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Yolanda of Cyprus

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2017
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Maga. There, on the loggia! Hush, see —

Our lady and Sir Camarin.

Alessa (fearful). It is…

They heard us, Maga?

Maga. No, but —

Mauria (to Alessa). So? that mouse?

Alessa. You know not, Mauria, what thing you say. —

He is troubling her; be still.

[Stepping out as Berengere enters.

My lady?

Berengere (unwillingly). Yes.

It is time, now, for your lamps,

And for your aves and o'erneeded sleep.

But first I'd know if yet lord Renier —

[Sees Alessa's face.

Why are you pale?

Alessa. I?

Berengere. So – and strange.

Alessa. We have

But put away the distaff and the needle.

Camarin enters.

Berengere. The distaff and the needle – it may be.

And yet you do not seem —

Alessa. My lady – ?

Berengere. Go.

And send me Hassan.

[The women leave.

Camarin – you saw?

They were not as their wont is.

Camarin. To your eyes,

My Berengere, that apprehension haunts.

They were as ever. Then be done with fear!

Berengere. I cannot.

Camarin. To the abyss with it. To-night

Is ours – Renier tarries at Famagouste —

Is ours for love and for a long delight!

Berengere. Whose end may be —

Camarin. Dawn and the dewy lark!

And passing of all presage from you.

Berengere (sits). No:

For think, Yolanda's look when by the cypress

We read the verses! And my dream that I

Should with a cross – inscrutable is sleep! —

Bring her deep bitterness.

Camarin. Dreams are a brood

Born of the night and not of destiny.

She guesses not our guilt, and Renier

Clasps to his breast ambition as a bride —

Ambition for Amaury.

Berengere. None can say.
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