Yolanda of Cyprus

Vittia. I thank you. And you shall, To-night--if you have love.

Yolanda. That thread were vain.

Vittia. I say, if you have love.

Yolanda. Of guile?

Vittia. Of her You hold as mother, and who is Amaury's.

Yolanda. Were it so simple, all designs that ever Laired in you, would to my eyes have been as clear As shallows under Morpha's crystal wave.

Vittia. Unproven you speak so.

Yolanda. And proven would.

Vittia. If so, then--save her.

Yolanda. Who? What do you--? (stops).

Vittia (with irony). Mean? It is not clear?

Yolanda. Save her?

Vittia. The surety flies Out of your cheek and dead upon your heart: Yet you are innocent--oh innocent!-- O'er what abyss she hangs!

Yolanda. O'er no abyss.

Vittia. But to her lord is constant!