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Yolanda of Cyprus
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2017
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Withheld her, but … what ails you?
Amaury. On; go on.
The sudden blood up to my wounds.
Renier. It has,
I say, withheld her. But she now has chosen.
Amaury. So; and … it is well. And here are her
Vows I have kept —
[Takes a packet from his breast.
Vows and remembrances … I shall aspire —
[Hands it; she lets it fall.
That I may loathe her not o'ermuch; and to
Muffle my sword from him that now she weds.
[His voice breaks tonelessly.
Come, let it be.
Yolanda. Amaury!
Amaury (angrily). Priest, be brief!
Moro (before them; as Camarin takes Yolanda's hand).
The Church invests me, and the powers of
This island, here to make you man and wife.
Be joined, ye who have sinned,
In soul, peace and repentances for ever.
[He signs the cross. Yolanda stands dazed. A silence. Then a shuddering cry and all turn toward the balcony, where Alessa bursts, pale and wild and striving to speak.
Yolanda (with dread, awe, premonition). Alessa!
Alessa. Lady Yolanda! you have wed him?
Yolanda (pausing). Yes.
Alessa. Lady Berengere is dead.
Yolanda. No!.. No!
[Chokes rebelliously.
It cannot be! mother! cannot! awake her!
And tell her I have wed him! mother! cannot!
[Goes trembling, belieflessly, up the balcony. A strange doubt seizes Amaury. On the rest is silence, consternation, and fear.
Curtain
ACT IV
Scene: The Chapel of the Castle – or Chapel of the Magdalen – a few hours later. It is of stone, low-arched, gloomy, and adorned with Byzantine mosaics of gaunt saints on backgrounds of gold. The altar is in the rear, and above it a large window, through which pours the still moon. In front of it, to either side, rise two pillars supporting the roof, and on one of them, halfway up, stands a stone image of the Magdalen. Forward are two other pillars whose bases form seats. The right wall has, set midway, a large door hung with heavy curtains. In the rear are smaller doors leading to a sacristy. The altar lamp and a few tapers burn. Alessa enters, rubbing her eyes as if to clear them of vision, looks around, then calls uncertainly —
Alessa. Good father! Father Moro!.. He is not here.
[Rubs her eyes again.
The dead are strange! I knew not of their power.
It is as if her spirit still imprisoned
Hovered beneath the pallor of her face
And strove to speak. Good father!
[Enter Moro.
Ah, you were
There in the sacristy.
Moro. Yes, Your desire?
Alessa. The acolytes summoned from Famagouste
To aid your rites before her burial
Have come, and wait.
Moro. Send hither two.
[Looks closely at her.
Alessa. At once.
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