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Yolanda of Cyprus

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2017
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[Is going. He stops her.

Moro. Woman, this passes silence. There must be

Some question. Do you understand this wedding?

The evil that has risen in this house?

Do you?

Alessa. I may not speak.

Moro. And wherefore may not?

Alessa. I may not. It is best.

Moro. As says Yolanda,

Who is to-day impenetrable in all.

But who, now, in a lofty grief above

The misery that blasted her, seems calm,

And answers only, —

"God in His season will,

I trust, unfold it soon; I cannot, now!" …

And yet I heard

Her darkly bid the Paphian be gone —

From here – without her.

Alessa. And he would not?

Moro. No.

Does she not see Amaury dangerous

For truth – which you conceal?

Alessa. The acolytes

Are waiting.

Moro. Go… But if this hour brings forth

What you shall rue —

Alessa. Father!

[Goes quickly, troubled.

Moro. In blindness still!

For Vittia Pisani, who alone

Seems with these twain to share this mystery

Is silent to all importunity.

Oh, Berengere Lusignan! —

But, 'tis mine

To pray and to prepare. (Listens.) The acolytes.

[Two enter, sleek, sanctimonious.

(To Them.) Come here… You're Serlio,

Of the Ascension. You?

2nd Acolyte. Hilarion.

From Santa Maria by the Templars' well,

Which God looks on with gratitude, father.

For though we're poor and are unworthy servants

We've given willingly our widow's mite.

And now we…

Moro. You are summoned to this place

For ministrations other than the tongue's.

Prepare that altar – masses for the dead.

Hilarion. Man is as grass that withers!

Moro. Kindle all

Its tapers. The departed will be borne
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