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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 6
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Hassan. Not till——
Smarda. Lord Renier, help.
Hassan. What do you say?
(Turns, and stares amazed.)
A fool I am....
Renier. Where is my wife?
Hassan. Why, she....
This slave stung me to pry.
This slave stung me to pry.
Renier. Where is my wife?
Hassan. A moment since, was here—the women with her.
She asked for your return.
She asked for your return.
Renier. And wherefore did?
Hassan. You jeer me.
Renier. Answer.
Renier. Not—overfar. Where is Yolanda?—Well?
No matter; find my chamber till I come.
Of my arrival, too, no word to any.
No matter; find my chamber till I come.
Of my arrival, too, no word to any.
(Hassan goes, confused.)
You, Moro, have deferred me; now, no more.
Whether it is suspicion eats in me,
Mistrust and fret and doubt—of whom I say not,
Or whether desire and unsubduable
To see Amaury sceptred—I care not.
Whether it is suspicion eats in me,
Mistrust and fret and doubt—of whom I say not,
Or whether desire and unsubduable
To see Amaury sceptred—I care not.
(To Smarda.)
Slave, to your lady who awaits me, say
I'm here and now have chosen.
I'm here and now have chosen.
Moro. Do not!
Renier. Chosen.
(Smarda goes.)
None can be great who will not hush his heart
To hold a sceptre, and Amaury must.
He is Lusignan and his lineage
Will drown in him Yolanda's loveliness.
To hold a sceptre, and Amaury must.
He is Lusignan and his lineage
Will drown in him Yolanda's loveliness.
Moro. It will not.
Renier. Then at least I shall uncover
What this Venetian hints.
What this Venetian hints.
Moro. Hints?
Renier. I must know.
Moro. 'Tis of your wife?—Yolanda?
Renier. Name them not.
They've shut from me their souls.
They've shut from me their souls.
Renier. When they pity. No,
Something has gone from me or never was
Within my breast. I love not—am unlovable.
Amaury is not so,
And this Venetian Vittia Pisani——
Something has gone from me or never was
Within my breast. I love not—am unlovable.
Amaury is not so,
And this Venetian Vittia Pisani——
Moro. Distrust her!
Renier. She has power.
Moro. But not truth.
And yesterday a holy relic scorned.
And yesterday a holy relic scorned.
Renier. She loves Amaury. Wed to her he will
Be the elected Governor of Cyprus.
The throne, then, but a step.
Be the elected Governor of Cyprus.
The throne, then, but a step.
Moro. But all too great.
And think; Yolanda is to him as heaven:
He will not yield her.
And think; Yolanda is to him as heaven:
He will not yield her.
Renier. Then he must. And she,
The Venetian, has ways to it—a secret
To pierce her from his arms.
The Venetian, has ways to it—a secret
To pierce her from his arms.
Moro. Sir, sir?—of what?
Renier. I know not, of some shame.
Moro. Shame!
Renier. Why do you clutch me?
Moro. I—am a priest—and shame——
Renier. You have suspicion?
(Vittia enters unnoted.)