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Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. YOLANDA OF CYPRUS This page in the original text is blank. YOLANDA OF CYPRUS BY CALE YOUNG RICE AUTHOR OF CHARLES DI TOCA, A NIGHT IN AVIGNON DAVID, ETC.. ETC. NEW YORK THE McCLURE COMPANY MCMVIII Cotyright, z190, by Th. Mt-Clure Company Published, March, 1908 ACT I CHARACT ERS RENIER LUSIGNAN . . A Descendant of the Luszgneax Kings of Cytprus BERENGERE . . . . H1S Wife AMAURY . . . . . His Son, Commander of Fama- goiuste under the Venetians YOLANDA . . . . . The Ward of Berengere, betrothed to Amaury CAMARIN . . . . . A Baron of Paphos, Guest in the Lusignan Castle VITTIA P1SANI. A Venetian Lady. also a Guest MORO . . . . . . A Priest HASSAN . . . . . Warden of the Castle HALIL . . . . . . .is Son, a Boy TREMITUS . . . . . A Physician OLYbPIO . . . . . A Greek Boy, serving Amaury ALESSA. . . . . . MAGA . . . . . . CIVA . . . . . . Berengere's Women MAURIA . . . . . SMARDA . . . . . Slave to Vittia PIETRO . . . . . In Vittza's pay Priests, Acolytes, etc. TI.IE-The Szxteenth Century PLACE-The .sland of Cyprus YOLANDA OF CYPRUS SCENE: A dim Hall, of blended Gothic and Sara- cenic styles, in the Lusignan Castle, on the island of Cyprus near Famagouste. Around the walls, above faint frescoes portraying the deliverance of Jerusalem by the Crwsaders, runs a frieze inlaid with the coats .of -arms of former Lusignan kings. On the left, and back, is a door hung with heavy aamask, and in the wall opposite, another. Farther down on the right a few steps, whose railing siupports a Greek vase with jasmine, lead through a chapel to the sleeping apartments. In the rear, on either side, are guled lattice windows, and in the centre an open grated door, looking upon a loggia, and, across the garden below, over the moonlit sea. Seats are placed about, and, forward, a divan with rich Turkish coverings. 4 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS A table with a lighted cross-shaped candlestick is by the door, left; and a lectern with a book on it, to the front, right. As the curtain rises, the Women, except CIVA, lean wearily on the divan, and HALIL near is singing dreamily: Ah, the balm, the balm, And ah, the blessing Of the deep fall of night And of confessing. Of the sick soul made white Of all distressing: -Made white! Ah, balm of night Ar.d, ah the blessing! [The music falls and all seem yielding to sleep. Suddenly there are hoof-beats and sounds at the gates below. HALIL springs up. Halil. Alessa! Maga! Voices at the gates! [All start up. Some one is come. YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Alessa. Boy, Halil, who Halil. Up, up! Perhaps lord Renier-No: I will learn. [He runs to curtains and looks. It is Olympio! Olympio! From Famagouste and lord Amaury! Mauria. AhM And comes he here Halil. As he were lord of skies! To lady Yolanda, by my lute! Maga. Where is she Alessa. I do not know; perhaps, her chamber. Mauria. Stay: His word may be of the Saracens. Halil (calling). Oho! [He admits OLYMPIO, who enters insolently down. All press round him gaily. Mauria. Well, what, Olympio, from Fama- gouste What tidings tell us. 5 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Maga. See, his sword! Olympio. Stand off. Mauria. The tidings, then, the tidings! Olympio. None-for women. Mauria. So-ho, my Cupid None of the Sara- cens Of the squadron huddling yesterday for haven At Keryneia Olympio. Who has told you Mauria. Who A hundred galleys westing up the wind, Scenting the shore, but timorous as hounds. A gale-and twenty down! Maga. The rest are flown Olympic. Ask Zeus, or ask, to-morrow, lord Amaury, Or, if he comes, to-night. To lady Yolanda I'm sent and not to tattle, silly, here. [He starts off, but is arrested by laughter within. It is CIVA who enters, hold- ing up a parchment. 6 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS 0! Only Civa. [Starts again with, HALIL. Civa. How, Olympio! Stay you, and hear!-May never virgin love him! Gone as a thistle! (turns). Mauria. Pouf ! (laughs). Alessa (to CIVA). Now what have you Civa. Verses! found in the garden. Verses! verses! On papyrus of Paphos. 0, to read! But you, Alessa-! Alessa (takes them). In the garden Civa. By The fountain cypress, at the marble feet Of chaste Diana! Alaga. Where Sir Camarin And oft our lady-! Civa. Maga, will you prattle Read them to us, Alessa, read them, read. They are of love! Maga. No, sorrow. 7 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Civa. 0, as a nun You ever sigh for sorrow!-They are of love! Of princes bursting through enchanted bounds To ladies prisoned in an ogre's keep! Then of the bridals !-O, they are of love! Maga. No, Civa, no !-of sorrow ! see, her lips! [She points to ALESSA, who, reading, has paled. See, see! Civa. Alessa! Alessa. Maga-Civa-Ah! [She rends the parchment. Mauria. What are you doing Alessa. They were writ to her! Mlauria. To her to whom what are you say- ing Read ! Read us the verses. Alessa. N O. Mauria. Tell then his name Who writes them, and to whom. Alessa. I will not. Mauria. Then g YOLANDA OF CYPRUS It is sonme guilt you hide !-And touching her You dote on-lady Yolanda! Alessa. Shame! Mauria. Some Of one, then, in this castle !-See, her lips Betray it is. Maga. No, Mauria! no! no! (holds her) guilt hush! [Forms appear without. Mauria. 0, loose me. Maga. There, on the loggia! Hlush, see- Our lady and Sir Camarin. Alessa (fearful). It is. . They heard us, Maga Mlaga. 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 0YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Bcrcngerc (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. Alessa. But put away So-and strange. We have the distaff and the needle. CAMARIN enters. Berengere. The distaff and the needle-it may be. And yet you do not seem- Alessa. Berengere. And send me Hassan. My lady- Go. [The women leave. Camarin-you saw They were not as their wont is. 10 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS 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- Carnarin. 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. I I YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Berengere. None can say. He's much with this Venetian, our guest, Though Venice gyves us more with tyranny Than would the Saracen. Camarin. But through this lady Of the Pisani, powerful in Venice, He hopes to lift again his dynasty Up from decay; and to restore this island, This verdure-dream of the seas, unto his house. 'Tis clear, my Berengere! Berengere. Then, her design And, the requital that entices her [Rises. Evil will come of it, to us some evil, Or to Yolanda and Amaury's love.- But, there; the women. Camarin. And too brief their stay. What signal for to-night Berengere. Be in the garden. Over the threshold yonder I will wave The candle-sign, when all are passed to sleep. I2 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Camarin. And with the beam I shall mount up to you Quicker than ecstasy. Berengere. I am as a leaf Before the wind and raging of your love. Go-go. Camarin. But to return unto your breast! [He leaves her by the divan. [The women re-enter with silver lighted lamps; behind them are HASSAN and the slave SMARDA. They wait for BERENGERE, who has stood silent, to speak. Berengere (looking up). Ah, you are come; I had forgotten. And it is time for sleep.-Hassan, the gates: Close them. Hassan. And chain them, lady Berengere. Wait no longer. Lord Renier will not come. Hassan. No word of him 13 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Berengere. None, though he yesterday left Nicosie With the priest Moro. Hassan. Lady- Berengere. Wait no longer. Come, women, with your lamps and light the way. [The women go by the steps. BERENGERE fol- lows. Hassan (staring after her). The reason of this mood in her the reason Something is vile. Lady Yolanda weeps In secret; all for what By God! the Paphian Or she of Venice (sees SMARDA). Now slave! Scythian ! Why do you linger Smarda. I am bidden-(snarls) by My mistress. Hassan. Spa! Thy mistress hath, I think, Something of hell in her and has unpacked A portion in this castle. Is it so Smarda. My lady is of Venice. I4 YOLANDA OF CYP Hassan. Strike he Her smirk admits it. Smarda. Touch me not! Hassan. I'll Your tongue out sudden, if it now has lies. What of your lady and lord Renier Smarda. Off! I s er, God. wring RENIER enters behind, with MORO. Hassan. Your lady and lord Renier, I say! What do they purpose Smarda. Fool-born! look arou Hassan. Not till- Smarda. Lord Renier, help. Hassan. What do you s; [Turns, and stares amazed. A fool I am. .. Renier. Where is my wife Hassan. This slave stung me to pry. Renier. Why, she ... Where is my wife nd. 'RUS ly YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Hassan. A moment since she left-the women with her. She asked for your return. Renier. And wherefore did Hassan. You jeer me. Renier. Answer. Hassan. Have you not been gone Renier. Not-overfar. Where is Yolanda - Well 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, I move. 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 S MARDA. Slave, to your lady who awaits me, say I'm here and now have chosen. Aforo. Do not! i6 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS 17 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. Moro. It will not. Renier. Then at least I shall uncover What this Venetian hints. Moro. Sir Renier. I must know. Moro. 'Tis of your wife -Yolanda Renier. Name them not. They've shut me from their souls. Moro. My lord, not so; But you repulse them. 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- YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Moro. Distrust her! Renier. She has power. Moro. But not truth. And yesterday a holy relic scorned. Renier. She loves Amaury. UWed to her he will 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. Renier. Then he must. And she, The Venetian, has ways to it-a secret To wrench her from his arms. Aforo. 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 show suspicions. [VITTIA enters unnoted. Of whom-Of whom, and what r8 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Vittia (lightly). MIy lord, of women. [RENIER starts and turns. So does the Holy Church instil him. Rcnier. You Come softly, lady of Venice. Vittia. Streets of sea In Venice teach us. Renier. Of what women, then My wife Yolanda Vittia. By the freedom due us, What matters it In Venice our lords know That beauty has no master. Renier. Has no . . . That That too has something hid. vittia. Suspicious lord! Yet Berengere Lusignan is his wife! And soon Yolanda-But for that I'm here. You sent for me. Renier (sullen). I sent. Vittia. To say you've chos ;en IQ t, ,I . - YOLANDA OF CYPRUS And offer me irrevocable aid To win Amaury Renier. All is vain in me Before the fever for it. Vittia. Then, I shall. It must be done. My want is unafraid. Hourly I am expecting out of Venice Letters of power. And what to you I pledge is he shall be Ruler of Cyprus and these Mediterranean Blue seas that rock ever against its coast. That do I pledge . . . but more. Renier. Of rule .. . Then what Vittia (going up to him). Of shame withheld -dishonor unrevealed. [As he recoils. Hush ! there are steps. Smarda (quickly). [The slave re-enters. Smarda My lady! 20 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Vittia. Smnarda. Vittia. Smarda. Renier. Vittia. Renier. Stay and 4 Vittia. Renier. Vittia. Renier. Speak. I've erred; she's not asleep. Who -Ah! Yes; she is coming! Yolanda Ha! My lord-! I'll stav, confront her. I'll question Ignorantly No. her. Blindly, and peril all I will return. You put me off, and off. [By the loggia, with MORO, he goes; the slave slips out. YOLANDA enters, sadly, her gaze on the floor. She walks slowly, but becoming conscious starts, sees VITTIA, and turns to with- draw. Vittia. Your pardon- Yolanda. I can serve you 2 I YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Vittia. If you seek The women, they are gone. Yolanda. I do not seek them. Vittia. Nor me Yolanda. Nor any.-Yet I would I might With seeking penetrate the labyrinth Of your intent. 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. 22 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS 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! Yolanda (desperate). She is constant. Vittia. And to his bed is true ! Yolanda. True. Vittia. And this baron Of Paphos-Camarin-is but her friend, And deeply yours-as oft you feign to shield her! Yolanda. He is no more. Vittia. Your heart belies your lips, Knows better than believing what you say. Yolanda. Were, were he then . . . (struggles) lord Renier knows it not! 23 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS And never must. I have misled his thought From her to me. The danger thus may pass, The open shame. Sir Camarin departed, her release From the remorse and fettering will seem Sweet as a vista into fairyland. For none e'er will betray her. Vittia. None Yolanda. Your tone . . . (Realising.) The still insinuation! You would do it! This is the beast then of the labyrinth! And this your heart is! Vittia. No, not ever: no. But now, if you deny me. Yolanda. Speak as a woman, If there is womanhood in you to speak. The name of Berengere Lusignan must Go clean unto the years, fair and unsullied. Nor must the bloody leap Of death fall on her from lord Renier's sword, 24 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS A death too ready if he but suspect. No, she is holy! And holy are my lips Remembering that they may call her mother! All the bright world I breathe because of her, Laughter and roses, day-song of the sea, Not bitterness and loneliness and blight! All the bright world, Of voices, dear as waking to the dead- Voices of love and tender earthly hopes- 0, all the beauty I was once forbid! For 0!- She lifted me, a lonely convent weed, A cloister thing unvisited of dew, Withering and untended and afar From the remembered ruin of my home, And here has planted me in happiness. Then, for her, all I am! Vittia. Or-hope to be Yolanda. The price, say, of your silence.-I am weary. 25 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Vittia. And would be rid of me. Yolanda. The price, the price. Vittia. It is (low and ashamed) that you re- nounce Amaury's love. [A pause. Yolanda. Amaury's love. . . . You then would rend me there Where not Eternity could heal the wound Though all the River of God might be for balm! Cruelty like to this you could not do [Waits a moment. A swallow on the battlements to-day Fell from the hawk: you soothed and set it free. This, then, you would not-! Vittia. Yes. Yolanda. You cannot! Vittia. Yes. Yolanda (wrung for a moment then calm). I had forgotten, you are of Venice-Venice \Whose burdening is vast upon this land. Good-night. 26 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Vittia. And you despise me! Yolanda. More I loathe That love of him has led your thought so low. [Is going. Vittia. Stay! If you leave and do not choose at once- [Sounds are heard at the gates. Who's that . . . (starts). Amaury . . . You've expected him [The chains fall. Your purpose, then ! Is it now to renounce And force him from you or to have me breathe To Renier Lusignan the one word That will transmute his wrong to madness Say it! For centuries have stained these walls But never a wife; never- Enter BERENGERE. Yolanda. Mother . . . Berengere. Amaury Has spurred to us, Yolanda, from his post, 2 7 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS And is below. But . . . what has befallen [Looks from one to the other. Yolanda. He comes here, mother Berengere. At once. Yolanda (in dread). Ah! Berengere. Child .. . Vittia (to Yolanda). To-night Must be the end. Yolanda. Go, go. Berengcrc (as Vittia passes out). What thing is this Yolanda. Mother, I cannot have him-here- Amaury! Defer him but a little-till to-morrow. I cannot see him now. Berengere. This is o'erstrange. Yolanda. Help me to think. Go to him, go, and say Some woman thing-that I am ill-that I Am at confession-penance-that-Ah, say But anything! 28 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Berengere. Yolanda! Yolanda. Say.... No use. Too late. Berengere. His step Yolanda. Oh, unmistakable; Along the corridor. Go! [The curtains are thrown back. Ainaury (at the threshold). My Yolanda! [Hastens down and takes her, passive, in his arms. BERENGERE goes. My, my Yolanda! [Kisses her. To touch you is as triumph to the blood, Is as the boon of battle to the strong! Yolanda. Amaury, no; release me and say why You come: The Saracens- Antaury. Not of them now! [Bends back her head. But of some tribute incense to this beauty, Dear as the wind wafts from undying shrines 29 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Of mystery and myrrh! I'd have the eloquence of quickened moons Pouring upon the midnight magicly, To say all I have yearned, Now, with your head pillowed upon my breast! Slow sullen speech, come to my soldier lips, Rough with command, and impotent of softness! Come to my lips! or fill so full my eyes That the unutterable shall seem as sweet To my Yolanda. But . . how, how now tears [Lifts her face. Yolanda. Amaury- Amaury. What have I done Too pronely pressed You to this coat of steel Yolanda. No, no. Antaury. My words, Or silence, then Yolanda. Amaury, no, but sweet, Sweet as the roses of Damascus crusht, Your silence is! and sweeter than the dream 30 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Of April nightingale on Troados, Or gushing by the springs of Chitria, Your every word of love! Yet-yet-ah, fold me, Within your arms oblivion and hold me, Fast to your being press me, and there bless me With breathed power of your manhood's might. Amaury! . . . Arnaury. This I cannot understand. Yolanda (freeing herself). Nothing-a folly- groundless frailty. Amaury. You've been again at some old tale of sorrow, [Goes to the lectern. Pining along the pages of a book- This, telling of that Italy madonna Whose days were sad-I have forgotten how. Is it not so Yolanda. No, no. The tears of women Come as the air and sighing of the night, We know not whence or why. 31 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Amaury. Often, perhaps. I am not skilled to tell. But never these! They are of trouble known. Yolanda. Yet now forget them. Amaury. It will not leave my heart that some- how-how I cannot fathom-Camarin Yolanda (lightly, to stop him). No farther! Amaury. That Camarin of Paphos is their cause.- Tell me Yolanda. Yes, that I love thee! Amaury. Tell me- Yolanda. Love thee ! As sea the sky! and as the sky the wind! And as the wind the forest! As the forest- What does the forest love, Amaury I Can think of nothing! Amaury. Tell me then you have Never a moment of you yielded to him, That never he has touched too long this hand- 32 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Till evermore he must, even as I- Nor once into your eyes too deep has gazed! You falter darken Yotanda. Would he ne'er had come Into these halls! that it were beautiful, Holy to hate him as the Lost can hate. A maury. But 'tis not Yolanda. God shall judge him. Amaury. And not you Yolanda. Though he is weak, there is within him- Ainaury. That Which women trust and you [BERENGERE enters. He turns to her. Mother Berengere. A soldier of your troop within the forts Has come with word. Amaury (starting). Mother! Berengere. It is A runner, ill news 33 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS I've seen that battle-light in you before. 'Tis of the Saracens you ride to-night Into their peril Ainaury. Come, the word, the word! Berengere. Only this token. Amaury. The spur the spur (Takes it.) They then Are landing! Yolanda. How. Amaury; tell your meaning! Amaury. The galleys of the Saracens have found Anchor and land to-night near Keryneia. My troops are ready and await me- So I must speed. Yolanda (with strange terror). I pray you, do not go. Atnaury. Yolanda! Yolanda. If I am left alone-! A maury. Yolanda ! Yolanda (sinking to a seat). I meant it not-a breath of fear-forget- And go. 34 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Ainaury. I know you not to-night. Farewell. [He kisses her and hurries off. A silence. Berengere. Yolanda- Yolanda. Mother, I will go to sleep. [She rises. Berengere. A change has come to you-a dif- ference Drawn as a veil between us. Yolanda. I am weary. Berengere. You love me Yolanda. As, 0 mother, I love him, With love impregnable to every ill, As Paradise is. Berengere. Then- Yolanda. I pray, no more. To-night I am flooded with a deeper tide Than yet has flowed into my life-and through it Sounds premonition: so I must have calm. [She embraces BERENGERE; goes slowly up steps and off. 35 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Berengere (chilled). What fear-if it is fear- has so unfixed her Is it suspicion Then I must not meet Him here to-night-or if to-night, no more. Her premonition !-and my dream that I Should with a cross bring her deep bitterness. [Thinks a moment, then takes the crucifix from her neck. Had Renier but come, perhaps I might [Lays it on table. 0 were I dead this sinning would awake me! . . . And yet I care not (dully). . . . No, I will forget. [Goes firmly from door to door and looks out each. Then lifts, unnoting, the cross-shaped candlestick; and waving it at the loggia, turns holding it before her. Soon he will come up from the cool, and touch Away my weakness with mad tenderness. Soon he will . . . Ah! [Has seen with terror the candlestick's struc- ture. 36 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS The cross! . My dream! . . . Yolanda! [Lets it fall. Mercy of God, move in me! . . . Sacrilege! [Sinks feebly to the divan, and bows, overcome. Camarin (appearing after a pause on the loggia). My Berengere, a moment, and I come! [Enters, locking the grating behind him. Then he hurries down and leans to lift her face. Berengere. No, no! nor ever, ever again, for ever! [Shrinks. Go from me and behind leave no farewell. . .. Camarin. This is-illusion. In the dew I've waited, And the night's song of you is in my brain- A song that seems- Berengere. Withhold from words. At last Fate is begun! See, with the cross it was 37 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS I waved you hither. Leave me-let me pass Out of this sin-and to repentance-after. Camarin. I cannot, cannot! Berengere. Pity, then, my fear. This moment were it known would end with mur- der, Or did it not, dishonour still would kill! Leave, leave. Camarin. To-morrow, then; but not to-night! [He goes behind and puts his arms around her. Give me thy being once again, thy beauty. For it I'm mad as bacchanals for wine. [YOLANDA, cntering on the balcony, hears, and would retreat, but sees RENIER come to the grating. Once more be to me all that woman may! Let us again take rapture wings and rise Up to our world of love, guilt would unsphere. Let us live over days that passed as streams Limpid by lotus-banks unto the sea, O'er all the whispered nights that we have clasped 38 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Knowing the heights and all the deeps of passion! But speak, and we shall be amid the stars. [RENIER draws a dagger and leaves the grating. With, a low cry YOLANDA staggers down: the Two rise, fearful. Berengere. Yolanda! Yolanda. Mother, mother! . . . Ah, his eyes! Berengere. What brings you here-to spy upon me Yolanda. Think not of me-no, hush- Arisen up . . . Your husbar Carnarin. Yolanda. Was at that from its sheath Drew forth a dagger !-Ah Berengere (weakly). Yolanda. Find calmness ent. Listen!.. . -but of the peril id ! Renier grating-heard. And What does she say now, and some expedi- [She struggles to think. Berengere. I cannot die. 39 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Yolanda. No, no. Berengere. My flesh is weak, Is poor of courage-poverished by guilt, As all my soul is! But, Yolanda, you-! Yolanda. Yes, something must be done-some- thing be done. [CAMARIN goes to the curtains and returns. Berengere. The shame . . . the shame . . . the shame! Yolanda. There yet is time. Berengere. You can deliver! you are innocent. Yolanda. Perhaps. Let me but think.-He came- Berengere. You see There is escape a way from it Yolanda. Perhaps. He came after your words . . . yes . . . could not see Here in the dimness . . . but has only heard Sir Camarin .. . Berengere. I do not know! 40 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Yolanda. Go, in Up to your chamber and be as asleep. There is a way-I think-dim, but a way. Go to your chamber; for there yet may be Prevention ! Berengere. I-yes, yes. Yolanda. There is a way. [BERENGERE goes. Strength now to walk it! strength unfaltering. Camnarin. What do you purpose Yolanda. Here to take her place, Here at the lowest of her destiny. Camarin. I do not understand. Yolanda. But wholly shall. Clasp me within your arms; he must believe 'Tis I and not his wife you have unhallowed, Your arms about me, though they burn! and breathe me Thirst of unbounded love as unto her. [Hc clasps her, and they wait. Ah, it is he! 41 .. . YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Camarin. No. Yolanda. Yes, the words; at once! Camarin (hoarsely). With all my body and soul- breath I love you, [RENIER enters with MORO. And all this night is ours for ecstasy. Kiss me with quenchless kisses, and embrace Me with your beauty, till- [YOLANDA with a cry, as of fear, looses herself,pretending to discover RENIER, who is struck rigid. AMoro. My lord, my lord! . . . It is Yolanda. Renier. Then- [The dagger falls from him. Why, then-Amaury! [YOLANDA, realising, stunned, sinks back to the divan. CURTAIN 42 ACT II This page in the original text is blank. SEVERAL DAYS HAVE ELAPSED SCENE: The forecourt of the castle, beyond which is the garden and in the distance the moun- tains, under the deep tropical blue of morning. On the right the wall enclosing the castle grounds runs back and is lost in the foliage of cypress, palm, orange; it is pierced by an arched gate with lifted portcullis. On the left rises the dark front of the castle, its arabesqued doorway open. Across the rear a low arcaded screen of masonry, with an entrance to the right, separates the court from the garden. Before it a fountain, guarded by a statue of a Knight of St. John, falls into a porphyry basin. By the castle door, to the front, and elsewhere, are stone seats. HASSAN is standing moodily by the screen, left, looking out the portcullis. He starts, hearing steps, and as the old leach TREMITLTS enters, motions himn silently into the YOLANDA OF CYPRUS castle; then muttering " the old blood-letter," stands as before, while CIVA, MAGA, and MAURIA are heard in the garden, and enter gaily bearing water-jars to the fountain. CIVA sees his look and breaks into a twitting laugh- ter. The other two join her. Civa. Look at him! Maga! Mauria! behold! Was ever sight so sweet upon the world Is he not very Joy AMauria (critically). Now, is he not With the price of vinegar upon his face. [All laugh. The price of vinegar! who'll buy !-Not I! Not I! NBot I! Not I! Hassan. Wench. Civa. Verily! And not a man! he has discovered it! You're not a man, Mauria! we were duped. [MAURIA slaps her playfully. But see him now-a mummy of the Nile! Who died of choler! 46 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Mauria. Then, a care, he'll bite. He's been in the grave a long while and he's hungry. A barley-loaf, quick, Maga! Civa. To appease him! But s-sh! beware! there's something of import. [They stop in mock awe before him. What does he think of Mauria. Sphinxes and the sphe Civa. Or little ants and gnats that buzz al him. Mauria. And how to make them smart for sa ness. Civa. Or of Alessa! Maga. No, no, Civa! come Enough of teasing. Civa. Of Alessa! Maga. No. Your pitcher, come. He's troubled by the tale Of lady Yolanda- And waits for lord Amaury from the battle. !res. bout auci- 47 ; YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Civa. The-! heigh! heigh-o! awaits! la, la! he does! [HASSAN starts at her tone. For lord Amaury! does he so indeed Hassan. What do you know Be silent. Civa. Ho! Hassan. Itch ! would You have lady Yolanda hear She comes Now, as she has this morning thrice, to ask. [YOLANDA appears on the threshold with A LESSA. Lord Renier . . . remember, if she learns! [CIVA flouts him, but goes to the fountain. The others follow, fill their jars, and, singing, return to the garden. Yo- LANDA then crosses to HASSAN, who waits evasive. Yolanda. My want is still the same-words are unneeded. Hassan. To know of lord Amaury 48 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Yolanda. He has not yet returned Hassan (loathly). Yolanda. Nor heard Hassa n. Yolanda. Lord Amaury- I have not seen him. N\othing. I cannot understand. [Goes to the gate, troubled. Hassan (low). Liar that I am to say it! Yolanda. I cannot-cannot! [Returns. The Saracens we know were routed to Their vessels-all the Allah-crying horde. And lord Amaury-said the courier not- Rode in the battle as a seraph might To the Holy Sepulchre's deliverance. And yet no word from him. Hassan. Perhaps-with reason. [She looks at him quickly-he flushes. With reason! . . . knowing, lady, what, here, now, 49 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Is rumoured of a baron And lady Yolanda! . . . Pardon! Yolanda (slowly). Of a baron And lady Yolanda. Hassan. Yes: it is the women Who with their ears ever at secrecy Rumour it. But, lady, it is a lie This Camarin, this prinker, Whose purse is daily loose to us. I curse him! His father . . . Well, my mother's ten years dead, Stained, as you know- And flower-lips breathe innocent above her. But I'll avenge her doom. Yolanda. On-whom Hassan (points castlewards). On him! So you, who do not hush this tale of you, Though it is truthless-hear: I have a stab for Camarin of Paphos Whenever he has lived-but say !-too long. Yolanda (who has listened rigidly. After a pause). so YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Come here . . . look in my eyes, and-deeper . . . Shame! [Quells him. Pity alone we owe to sin not blame. And they who love may stray, it seems, beyond All justice of our judging.- Is evil mad enchantment come upon The portals of this castle Hassan. I would serve you. Yolanda. With murder no. But if you would indeed, As oft you have- Hassan. Lady, I will. Yolanda. Then watch The Venetian, and when Amaury comes Find me at once. What sound was that . . . A bugle It is! it is! Alessa! (Overjoyed.) Do you hear His troop! Amaury's! 0 the silver chime! Again I breathe, I breathe! My heart as a bird of NMay! 5 1 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Amaury! e . . Come! we'll go to him! we'll go! Before any within Lusignan-! Alessa. Lady! Yolanzda. At once! it rings again! again! we'll go! Alessa. And tell him Yolanda. Warn! Warn him a fever's here That he must fend his ear from. 'Twill suffice. And I again shall see him, hear him speak, Hang on his battle-story blessedly! And you, Hassan.. . But why do you stand stone You know something. . . . He's dead! Hassan. No, lady, no. Yolanda. Not ah! . . . then what 'Twas not his trumpet Hassan (after a struggle). No. And I will lie to you no longer; Though for obedience it be or life; And at lord Renier's command. . . . It is 52 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Not true that lord Amaury from the battle Has not returned. Yolanda. But he-you mean-is here [Stands motionless. Hassan. He came . .. on yesta dusk. Was led Up to his chamber So much lord Renier who slipt him in Revealed, that I might guile you. Alessa (sharply). And Hassan. Yes. Alessa. Though you boasted Hassan. N Alessa. Lady, I would have wed hi toad ! Who'd kill the Paphian, tc Hassan. Alessa. Heeling away from him ,rday.. . at ,you have love to me Iow, woman! rm-wed this [Stingingly. )0! Yes! Worm! with dust 53 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Yolanda. Be still, be still. [ALESSA turns to her. These words can wait on what may yet be helped. This may undo me! First of all I should Have seen Amaury! Now-! Hassan. The Venetian! [They start. VITTIA enters from the castle. Lady, I will go in. Alessa. And I; to wait. Yolanda (suddenly). But Vittia. Yolanda. Vittia Visani, who withholds Who came last night at dusk, [They go. I to see Amaury. What (stops). To see, Amaury- as well you know. [They face, opposed. What have you told him Vittia. Ha! Yolanda. Insolence, false And feigning! But no matter; lies are brief. I'll go myself to him. 54 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Vittia. To be repelled BERENGERE enters. Yolanda. If he could trust you-but he could not. Vittia. Knowing A Paphian ere this has fondled two Yolanda. You hear, mother (To Vittia). Out of my way at once. Berengere. Stay, stay! She has not told him! nothing! . . Yes, I too have been aware and kept you blind. For he was overworn, and still is, much. But now his wound- Yolanda. Wound! he is wounded Berengere. He sleeps. Yolanda. And is in danger-jeopardy Berengere. In none; If the leech Tremitus has any skill; And that you know. Yolanda. I thank .. . Madonna .. . thee! [VITTIA laughs and goes. 55 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS But you, mother, are come at last to say Your promises, broken two days, are kept You've spoken won lord Renier to wisdom Pled him to silence which alone can save us Dear mother- Bercngere. Do not call me so again. [Turns away. I have not-and I will not. Yolanda. Oh! Berengere. I cannot. . Yolanda. But can leave me so laden here within This gulf's dishonour Never! . . . So return And pledge him but to wait! For this Venetian has now, I bode, Something of evil more, When once Amaury hears all that has passed. Return ! Berengere. I cannot. Yolanda (stung). Then hear, hear me! I Too am a woman, and the woman wants, The beauty and ache and dream and glow and urge YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Of an unreckoned love are mine as yours. I will not lose Amaury; but will tell him Myself the truth. Berengere. Then-I'll not stay for death, And wait for shame. But now with Camarin Will go from here. Yolanda. Mot] Berengere. Away! Yolanda. Where still e ven, I fear, Amaury's - And overtake you though As the sea foams, or past Of stricken Africa It v :her ! To some r pursuit would it were as far the sandy void would be vain. Vain, and I cannot have you. No, but listen- [Breaks off sceing RENIER, Olt the castle threshold. His look is on her, but he comes down addressing BERENGERE. Renicr. She troubles you too much. retreat follow ' 57 Bcrcnycre. 6 My lord YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Renier. Too much. You cherish her and reap unchastity For gratitude-unchastity against Our very son who was betrothed to her. Yet see her shameless. Berengere (dully). No; I think you wrong her. [YOLANDA moves apart. Renier. Nobly you pity! But it will not veil her. Rather the convent and the crucifix, Matin and Vesper in a round remote, And senseless beads, for such.-But what more now Is she demanding Berengere. Little. Renier. BNot the means Still to deceive Amaury Berengere. Renier . .. no. [Speaks loathlY. But I have a request that, if you grant, Will lead peace back to us . . . and from us draw This fang of fate. Renier. Ah. YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Berengere. Yes. Renier (slowly). As those that wedded love Berengere. Renier. Then it shall be, at once . . . Have a confession. Berengere. You Renier. A And we might be Perhaps. That-love! [A pause. But no, I first i pang!-For days [Takes her hand. Before I found Yolanda on the breast Of Camarin of Paphos- I suffered in the furnace of suspicion The fume and suffocation of the thought That you were the guilty one-you my own wife. [She recoils to YOLANDA, who comes ulp. I did; but rue, rue it! . . . Yet-it is just That you recoil even as now you do From stain upon your wedded constancy. ... 59 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS And time that is c'er-pitiful must pass Over it- Before there is forgiveness. And perhaps Then I shall win you as I never have.- Now the request. Bcrcngere. That now . . . I cannot plead. [Sees YOLANDA harden. Is impelled. And yet I must . . . It is that, till I bid, Amaury may not know of this . . . not know This trouble fallen from a night of evil- Pitiless on us as a meteor's ash. Rcnier. Not of it he not know Berengcre. Trust to me. Reniter. How! And to this wanton's perfidy to bind Him witless to her-with a charm perhaps- Or, past releasing, with a philtre She Whom now he holds pure as a spirit sped From immortality, or the fair fields Of the sun, to be his bride Yoianda. Sir, no! .. . She means 60 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Not I shall wed him! (Winningly.) Only that you spare To separate us with this horror; that You trust me to dispel his love, to pall And chill his passion from me. For I crave Only one thing-innocence in his sight. Believe !-believe ! Renier. I will-that you are mad. Yet madder I, if to this murk my brain Were blind. Yolanda. As it will be! in deadlier dark, If you attend me not! And may have destiny you cannot know. But you will heed For somewhere in you there is tenderness. Once when you chafed in fever and I bore White orange blossoms dewy to your pillow You touched my hand gently, as might a father. [Caresses his. Once on the tower when alone at dusk I sang-I know not why-of lost delights, 6i Y OLANDA OF CYPRUS Of vanished roses that are e'er recalling May to the world, you came and suddenly Lifted my brow up silent to your kiss. Ah, you remember; you will hear me Renier. No! uIough you are cunning.-Thus you wove the mesh About Amaury-till he could not move Beyond you. Yolanda. For his sake I ask it. Renier. For -No sake but to o'ersway him with your eyes In secret, thus, and with Your hair that he believes an aureole Brought with you out of Heaven. Berengere. Again-wrong. Renier. So deem you and, my Berengere, I grieve, Desiring much your peace. Berengere. It grieves you not. Renier. Then not! and half I fear-you hear -it should not. 62- YOLANDA OF CYPRUS There's midnight in this thing and mystery. Does she not love-Camarin Yolanda (trembling). Say no more. Be all-all as you will. Renier. That brings you low: But brings to me no light-only again The stumbling in suspicion. Yolanda. It should not. Renier (with a sudden gleam). To-morrow then, unless Amaury runs Fitting revenge through Camarin of Paphos, Your lover, you shall clasp him openly Before all of Lusignan. Yolanda. No; no, no! The thought of it is soil! . . . Rather . . . death ! Renier. What, what Berengere. My lord, she knows not what says. The unaccustomed wind of these ill hours Has torn tranquillity from her and reason. his she YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Yolanda (realising). Yes, as she says-tran- quillity and reason. [Strains to smile. These hours of ill! Renier. I'll send her Camarin. [Goes, looking steadfastly back. Yolanda (turning, then, to BERENGERE). His mood and mien-that tremor in his throat, Unfaltering. I fear him. Berengere. Life is fear. No step was ever taken in the world But from a brink of danger, or in flight From happiness whose air is ever sin. It sickens me. Yolanda. Mother! Berengere. Nothing; a pain Here in my breast. [Sits. Yolanda. And it is all through him Who as a guest came pledged into this house. 64 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Came with the chivalry and manly show Of reverence and grace, that he too well Has learnt in cunning lands and used to lure. [CAMARIN appears from garden. Ah, and he seeks us now! unwhelmed of it! Ready of step, impassive, cold! And see- [CAMARIN bows forcedly. A flawless courtesy! as of a king! Can he not smile too on his handiwork Our days were merciful and he has made Each moment's beat a blow upon the breast. Honour was here and innocence lies now A sacrifice that pain cannot consume.- Camarin. Or death. Yolanda. Then have you not, unshameable! A help for it or healing you who know So well the world and its unwonted ways! A man would have, a man. Camnarin. And I am barren. YOLANDA OF CYPRUS My brain an arid waste under remorse. Only one thing it yields-the love of her My love has made unholy. Yolanda. While to me The shame is left, and silence-no defence, When it is told Amaury, " See her you Blest with betrothal and the boon of faith, Chose as the planet-mate of your proud star! While, in the battle, You with the weal of Cyprus on your brow Dared momently peril, We found her " . . . Ah, the memory is fire !- I will not bear it. Camarin. Then must. Though for your suffering You must! For to one thing, one only That Berengere be saved. Berengere. how what . . . You I am pitiful, [Takes her wrist. now I'm bent- To-day . . . 1lo more. 66 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Camarin. Suspicion and the peril-feet of shame I must keep from her still. Yolanda. Though driven o'er My heart they trample the lone flower of hope. [Shaking off his hand, then, unnaturally wrought up. And even now perhaps Amaury hears And turns away in horror! Camarin. What Come, come. Enough is here without- Yolanda (as before). I'll go to him! Despite of them! in to his side and say That I am innocent-as the first dawn And dew of Eden! . . . Yes! Camarin. A frenzy! Mere Folly! you wander! Yolanda (suddenly). That was anguish whose [Is hauntedly listening. 67 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Caniarin. Amaury still is many leagues away- [IJASSAN appears. At Keryneia! Do you hear me Yolanda. HTassan! [Is numb as hle hurries down fromn the cas- tle to her. A pause; then her voice falls hoarsely. I hear you, speak. His wounds I know. The rest! They've told him Hassan. The Venetian, who nursed him Last night, pouring his potions- She and lord Renier. They broke his sleep. He listened to them as one in a grave. Then they besought of him Some oath against you, were they right: he would not. Now he has risen, Silent and pale and suffering; in leash. He's coming here. Camarin. Why, you are mad! Yolanda. Be still. YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Camnarin. Amaury was not then delayed is- here [Voices are heard perturbed within the castle. Then AMAURY, putting aside RENIER and TREMITUS, followed by VITTIA and others, enters down. Amaury. I'll not return unto my couch though twice These wounds and all your wants were urging it! Yolanda! my Yolanda!-Never, never! [Takes her to him. Until I prove you that a word against Her that I hold here in my arms is more To me than any peril. Treinitus. But, sir-! .. . Aeih! My precious physic wasted! A naury. Till I prove it! For .. . my Yolanda! . You who are purity if Mary still Is mother of God and lighteth Paradise! You in whose presence I am purged as one 69 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Bathing a thousand years in angel song! They say, you, who are stainless to my eyes As is the sacring-bell to holy ears, So undefiled even the perfect lily Pendent upon your breast fears to pollute it! Listen, they tell me you-A fool, a fool Would know it unbelievable and laugh. Renier. As now a fool is doing Amaury. 0, sir, pardon. You are my father, and, I must believe, Mean well this monster breath's unchastity, As does this lady (of VITTIA) who has gently nursed me. But you were tricked; it was illusion swum Before your sleep. Therefore my purpose is Now to forget it. Tremitus. Aieh ! and to return Now to my drugs. Renier. Stand off !-As dogs forget The !ash in hunger of the wonted bone [Laughs angrily. 70 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Ainaury. A poison so incredible and dark You cannot duped inoculate me with. Trust in my veins makes of it but more love. And to dispel your minds (goes to CAMARIN) 111 clasp his hand Whom you have so accused. Vittia. 0 do, my lord! [Smiles disdainfully. And then embrace him in whose arms three nights Ago she was embraced. Yolanda (to her). Can you so say! Vittia. Yes, and will add- Amaury. Lady of Venice, nothing! But this to all, I answer !- There is my mother, see, Wounded with wonder of this plight, and pity. Yolanda has dwelt by her As the fawn By the white doe on mount Chionodes. I would as quick believe that she had given 7r YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Her holiness up to contamination As that Yolanda- Yolanda. Amaury, enough! . . . I know ! Amaury. As quickly! Yolanda. Then . . . quell this delirium ! [A pause. Out of your thought forever let it fall, Hear no more of it, ever ! Be deaf to it as to a taunt of doom, In triple mail to every peaceless word, Granite against even its memory. Say that you will, and now! . . . Renier. So that Allure him yet to wed you Amaury. Sir! Renier. She Yolanda. No, no! But let him. . . will go far Away from here to any alien air, To opiate India, a lost sea-isle! To the last peak of arid Caucasus. .you may would. . Then I 72 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Rcnier. With Camarin of Paphos Yolanda. With whoever Your peace and this compelling pain .. . Ah no! Rcnicr. With him, with him, I say . . . Amiaury. You drive and drain her. To me her words shall be-me and no other. So my Yolanda nowv dissolve the cling Of this invisible but heavy hydra; I've striven with it till no more I can. If any tare has been unseemly sown Upon the April vision of our love, Say it at once that I may rend and fling it Away from us. Say it! Renier. Vainly implored.- Yet ask her this, If she three nights ago- Amaury. I will not so insult her. Tremitus. Aieh- Renier. Insult She knows what I would bid and does she hurl Her soul in any disavowal 73 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Amaurv. I Will speak to her alone. Go, all of you, There to the fountain. Yolanda. Yes, Amaury, then One searching of my face shall free your fear. Alone, alone. Renier. Still to befool him! Yolanda (warningly). Choose! I cannot suffer more of this. Amaury. Nor I To breathe ever the burning of this mist Of anguish and insatiate accusal.- This wound upon my throat, fever it not With longer fire of doubt, Yolanda. Yolanda. Ah! Berengerc. I am not well. I will go to my chamber. [She passes into the castle. Renier. But I never until this guiler grants I found her in the arms of Camarin, Drinking the frenzied wine of passion 74 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS He poured from his soul. Antaury. Renter. Dumb to deny it. Aimaury. You've driven her fittia (lightly). Yolanda She is silent; But she will, she will. with dread and awe. And truth Amaury. Have wounded her. But do not fear, Yolanda; Fiercely disown. Yolanda. Amaury . . . it is true. [He staggers slowly back. No, no; I have not been faithless to you- Even a moment To the divinity of love high-altared Here in my breast! to the immutable Beauty of it! . . . look, look not on me so- As if I had struck, murdered a little child! Or palsied one who put a hand to help me; 75 6YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Or through eternity had desecrated, Vainly, virginity and trust and truth! No, my Amaury! I . . .do you not see [11ystarically. Not faithless, hear ! it is not true! not true ! But only this- Camarin. Yolanda. Camarin. Yolanda! I- Yolanda! [A moment, then she sinks down, her face in her hands. AMAURY groans; then starting goes fiercely to HASSAN, and taking his sword recrosses trembling to CAMARIN. Amaury. nan An image The chapel Only your The day you first set step in Lusig- of the Magdalen within yonder fell-presaging this. death, your death or mine stands pale 76 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Between us now, awaiting silently. Draw, and at once. Canarin. Amaury, I will not. Amaury. Out, quickly. Camarin. Do your will. I'll put no more To the guilt I bear, or to the misery That guilt has brought upon you. Amaury. Coward! Camarin. Strike! Amaury. You play a part! (Raves.) And 'tis that you may live Still in the love that you a thief have stolen. So, with your steel-! Camarin. It stays within its sheath. Amaury. Then I will not be thwarted though I must Crush you as one a viper with his heel, Though I must take your leper throat into My hands and strangle life from it! For the same sky you breathe I will not. The sun that falls upon you shall not foul 77 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS My being- Though I must go down into hell for it. [He starts, frenzied, to strike, but suddenly staggers; then clasps at his throat, drops the sword, and sinks down moaning. Yolanda. His wound! [Runs to him. Amaury! Aeih, aeih ! at last. Amaury! 'He struggles to his Amaury. Stand away from mc. [She falls back; he laughs in derision. I to believe her pure as my own mother! Vittia. Had you but trusted me, Amaury. A maury. You Henceforth I will. Vittia. And whi Arnaury (significantly). [Looks long at her. olly She . . . shall do it. [Starts into the castle. Trenmitus. Yolanda. Amaury! O1h! feet. 78 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Yolanda (dauntedly). Arnaury! what is this Vittia. That, ere a dawn, Guileless Yolanda, you shall wed with him Your paramour of Paphos Yolanda. Camarin Vittia. And from these gates be led wanton away. [YOLANDA, for a momient -whelmned, tries to laugh scorn; but, turning, her eye mieets RENIER'S full of suspicion. He follows AMAURY ineaningly into the castle. CURTAIN This page in the original text is blank. ACT III This page in the original text is blank. THIE SAME DAY SCENE: The Hall and loggia of Act I; but toward sunset, and afar, on the flushed sea, arc seen, the fisher-boats returning pale-winged to shore. In the left distance, also, a portion of Fama- gouste is visible above the waves-its orient walls and towers, white domnes and houses, interspersed witht, tall palms. Thte interior of the Hall is the same; only the divan is placed to the front and left, the lectern near the bal- cony leading to the sleeping apartments and to the chapel. SMARDA is lying lithely on the divan, beguiled zvwith her charms and amulets, and from time to time giving a low, sinuous laugh. VITTIA enters, watches a moment, thoughtful, then advances. Vittia. Smarda- Smarda (springing up). Lady . . . your slave! 84YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Vittia. I think you are. Think that you are-if ever the leopard yields. Smarda. To you, lady A-ha! let him refuse. Command! Vittia. And you will heed it well; I fear not. But first I have thought of requital. Smarda (avidly). Ouie! Vittia. Those amulets you wear, of jade and sard- Smarda (quickly dark). Are for revenge-to bring revenge! Vittia. And from Your Scythian home, over the hated sea, They came with you. Smarda. Yes. Vittia. From the home whence you Were torn by the Moor who was your one-time master. Is it not so Smarda. The spirits strangle him! [1IVorks at thie charis. 84 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS V'ittia. Well, if I win to-night what is begun You shall not want, to-morrow, Gold for a weightier witchery upon him. [The slave's eyes gleam. But listen, every sinew will be needed Still to achieve this wedding, though we have Camarin with us, willing. So I've learned A ship has come from Venice. Smarda (quickly). Pietro Vittia. Yes, Pietro, it must be, has arrived With papers that will help. Smzarda. Ha ! Fortune's touch! Vittia. It is, but tardy. Therefore I must have Them instantly. Smarda. Ere he has time, lady, To vaunt his loves, in Lusignan, and babble. Vittia. As, wooing dolt, he wvill. But see to it. I shall be in this place with lord Amaury, Whom I must . . . but no matter. He left me suddenly a season since Seeing his father look strangely upon YOLANDA OF CYPRUS His mother; for lord Renier's doubt I still Have been compelled to feed-to move Yolanda. Here in this place then I shall be, at need. [She goes engrossedly Smarda (recalling the pledge; evilly). A-ha! ha-ha! ha-ha! if she but win ! A talisman with might upon the Moor! [Begins to dance-a charm held up before her. If she but win! a-ha! a curse on him! [Whirls faster with a wild grace, swaying to and fro, and chanting softly the while, till suddenly a laugh, in the cor- ridor stops her, and PIETRO is heard through the curtains adoring CIVA, who pushes him into the Hall, then runs away laughing. Pietro (after her). Hold, fair one! Stay! You look on Pietro Of Venice! Pietro! Smarda (to herself). A-ha . . . ha-ha! 86 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Pietro (turning). It is the slave! (Grandly.) I greet you, slave. Smarda. Greeting! Pietro. I, Pietro, who, as you know, am sought By all the loveliest Attending on the lords and high of Venice. Smarda. So! . . . So! Pietro. "The gentle Pietro," they say. You may remember. Smnarda. So. Pietro. "Proud Pietro!" And then they sigh. Smarda. So. Pietro. Then they weep and pine- "For Pietro "-until I must console them. Smarda (going to where he poses; contemnptu- ously). And for all this, 0 prince of para- mours, [Spurns himn. My lady no doubt has bid you to sail from Venice Pietro. Eh 87 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Smarda. Eh! And she will hear no doubt with love That you delay the powers of the Senate Sent in your keeping to her Pietro. Slave! . . . (alarmned) the papers Smarda. With love and with delight since she awaits them With joy When told your amorous mouthings yonder Pietro. Slave, she must never! You will take them to her! [Fumbles for papers. In to her. .. quickly!. . Dear slave, you will-and That I was led astray By the little Cyprian with Who fell enamoured of me Smarda. Civa! Pietro. The same! say if she inquire guiling eyes at the gate. I sought to run away, [Still searching. 0 slave, say to her, but I could not for- 88 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS For-for a lady by the marble knight, That is, by the fountain, swooned, as I came in. And then- Smarda. Swooned! Pietro. As I came! Snarda (a-quiver). Beside the fount Who which lady Yolanda lady Berengere [He stares at her ardour. Did no one say . . . My mistress must know this! The papers, quickly! Pietro. Slave, you-! By my sins! [She has seized them swiftly, and gone. He follows amazed. Then sunset be- gins without, crimson and far; and AMNIAURY appears fromn the loggia, reckless and worn. He pauses, looks about him, troubled. Amaury. Not here yet.... There is more in this than seems. [Goes to divan and sits. VITTIA enters behind. 89 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS More, Camarin of Paphos, than is clear! [Starts up. And she must tell me! (Sees Vittia.) Lady, you I mean. rVITTIA advances inquiringly. What is beyond this shame upon Yolanda Vittia. My lord- Amaury. What! It is moving in me clouded, Deeper than sight but pressing at my peace. My father's look! you saw it! Vittia. Ah! A maury. And saw Fear in my mother! Vittia. Yes, implanted deep. Anmaury. And did not wonder Vittia (sits). When I knew its source No need, my lord-though your pang too I marked- For, trust me, ere to-morrow all will cease- If you are firm. Aniaury. I who know nought In what 90 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Vittia. That do not ask, I pray. (Deftly.) An- other could Fitly reply, but I- Anwury. No other better! Vittia. Then . . . it will cease, my lord- So as a flail of doubt it should not still Beat in you-when Yolanda Is wed with Camarin . . . no, do not speak; The reason for your sake I must withhold. Amaury. Though as under sirocco I am kept. [Sits. Sirocco! . . . It is unintelligible! [Rises. A pause. Yet you speak gently. Vittia. No; unblushingly! [He looks surprised. Unblushingly to one who knows-though by A chance-my love to him-my lowered love. [Turns away. And yet I cannot rue That he awaking sudden from the potion 9I YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Surprised yearning and truth upon my lips. Nio, and I would that gentle words might be As waters of enchantment on his grief.- But of Yolanda- [Rises. Amaury. Still I love her, still! Vittia (strainedly). As well she knows, so may refuse to wed With Camarin. Amaury. She V/ittia. Since you are Lusignan, Heir of a sceptred line, And yet may reach-the realm. Amaury (pierced). Which . . . do you mean, She hopes of Vittia. Were it folly to make sure [A pause. Amaury. How speak. Vittia. Again unshameful No; one thing Alone would serve you. That I must not bring My tongue to falter. 92 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Arnaury. Be it so. Vittia. And yet . . . [He has turned away. Yet I must bend to! and, my lord, I will! Will . . . for you suffer! Will, though indelicacy seem to soil Whatever bloom I boasted. [Goes to hiM. It is this: To let her . . . but for to-day . . . Think you . . . for she's aware of my affection . . . Have chosen-to wed me. Arnaury. You! Vittia. For to-day. To-morrow I return to Venice, then Denial. Anmaury (moved). Lady- Vittia. I will bear it. Anzaury. . .. Thus [Struggles. 93 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Then it shall be. And grateful I'll await The issue's utterance. And stay, wear this- [Takes off a ring. From her dead father's hand- As a proof to her of any tie soever. But now-for the sails make home along the sea- SNow of my mother. Vittia. More, my lord [Smarda glides in. Amtaury. This only. To-morrow when again she . . . Scythian! [The slave is gleaming strangely,. Vittia. Smarda! what do you mean why are you here [Secs papers; takes them. These-but not these alone have brought you! What [Follows SMARDA's eye. Of lord Amaury Smarda. Of his mother. I" ittia. Ho ! 94 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Smarda. She swooned of terror at the castle gate. She lies in danger. Hear-'twas as she fled The lord of Lusignan. Amaury. My father Sm arda. He. And you are sought below, I heard it said: Some officer of Famagouste-and men. [AMAURY turns dazed and goes. Vittia (through a surge of thoughts that have darkened her face). This is again fortune! . . . fortune! Smarda. Lady Vittia. Is! though an instant since it seemed disaster. Smarda. And how Vittia. Yolanda, does not know nothing Smarda. Nothing. She was returning from the rocks, Where nest the windy gulls, [Gloatinglv. 9; YOLANDA OF CYPRUS As I came hither. I stole there at noon To see her suffer. Vittia. Then-I can compel her. She will come here, Go to the curtains, see. If she is near, the Paphian is in The bower by the cypress: there, tell him, The loggia-at once . . . Ah! YOLANDA elters. Yolanda (to herself). " Al. " indeed. [Her look of purpose changes to one of distrust. But she firmly fronts to VIT- TIA, as the slave slips out. Vittia. My gratitude! I wished, and you are here. Yolanda. And-for some reason of less honour -you. Vittia. I, a dear guest fa! Yolanda. Would you were! . . . not one This ne'er-before-envenomed air would banish. [Slowly. 96 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS One whose abiding These walls would loathe aloud-had they tongue To utter. Vittia. Yet I may be mistress of them, Ere all is done-since still it is my purpose. Yolanda. Gulfs wide as the hate of God for famy Would lie preventing; so there is no fear. a in- Vittia. A prophesy! Yolanda. A deeper tha Vittia. Or than your love of Paphos! Yolanda. Which you would feign, 1 Vittia. Evening is done, you will become his Yolanda. If, ere it come, all under Do not look scorn on Vittia Pisani. .n disdain. Camarin of but cannot. Still, before wife. Lusignan [Rises. Vittia. What! how [Sits. 97 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Yolanda. Plentiful scorn! (With joy.) A thing may still Be done to lift my hope out of this ruin! To bring Amaury grateful to my feet! And I will do it. Vittia. Tell .. . vowing him first To win his father's lenience . . . No . . . I see! You will when she who's guilty And this enamoured Paphian are fled! [YOLANDA turns pale. When they are fled! ha . . . And it is too late. Yolanda. Too- (stunned). You by a trick- some trick have-! Vittia. Hindered Little I needed . . . Her wings are flightless. She is ill, Verging-go learn !-to death. Yolanda. Oh . . . Vittia. To the grave. And you alone, she knows, can put it far- Since she is numbed and drained 98 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Momently by the terror of her husband, Whose every pulse seems to her a suspicion. Yolanda. And it is you . . . you who have urged again His doubt that would have sunk! Vittia. It was enough Merely to sigh-and fear her innocence Can only seem simple as dew again If you wed freely Camarin of Paphos. Yolanda. And that you could! though in her heart remorse Trampled and tore! Though with the wounds of battle he you " love" Is livid still. Vittia. And grieves -Be comforted! For he is-now security has come. [Shows the ring; YOLANDA falls back. As he is, do not fear. Yolanda. Amaury! . . . Oh! My father's gift-so desecrated So - Ah, you are merciless! 99 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Vittia. Only aware How to compel your pity to my ends; For you will spare his mother. Yolanda. Yielding-still, And past all season of recovery Shattering love for ever at my feet No, you are duped. For empty, cold are the veins Now of submission in me; numb and dead The pleading of it. And upon you, back, I cast the burden of your cruelty. [Slowly. And-if she dies in terror of the lips Of Renier Lusignan-on your peace The guilt be! Vittia. Fa. Yolanda. The heaping mass of horror! Vittia (moved). Liar, on her own; for she has sinned. Yolanda. And suffered! But you- 100 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Vittia. I say her own. I've done no crime. And you will wed him. Yolanda. Or, . . Venetian- Wed you to Remorse! For there at the gates that guard your rest you hear Dim now the risen phantom cries of it, The presage beat of them like hungry hands That will o'erwhelm you ! All that I could to spare her I have done; All that was duty and of love the most. But you it was who struck and kindled first Within lord Renier fire of suspicion. And you it is- Since in the worst that live there yet is heaven !- Must null his doubt and ease the sobbing ebb And flood of her sick spirit; you who must Go to his fear and with persuasion say That it is folly of him and of you So to suspect her, since in Camarin's Arms I was found. You will! To! YOLANDA OF CYPRUS And-then go pray [Draws out the papers scornfully. Rather I'll bring you this:-Authority Sent me of Venice To make Amaury lordly over Cyprus, Or to abase him even of Famagouste; Which I will do- [Goes to her. Unless I have Though not to This Paphian, And with him the pledge that you will wed, be his wife and free to leave him, from Lusignan hence will pass. [CAMARIN appears on loggia. And he has come now for your answer. Yolanda. I In league with you ! in this ! Vittia. Most loyally And ready skilfully to disavow, With every force, your innocence-if you Attempt betrayal !- -Here ! Vittia. I02 ; YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Enter, my lord of Paphos-I have spoken. [CAMARIN enters desperately. But she has pledged no further-though the life Of Berengere Lusignan fall for it, And though Amaury . . . But you may avail. [Moves offf. YOLANDA stands silently be- tween themt. CAMARIN looks at her, falters, then turns on VIrTIA. Camarin. As an anchorite covets, Venetian, Immortal calm, I crave and covet this! Yet . . . I will not entreat it of her more. Vittia. What! Camarin. Fate may fall. I swore in dread, but will not! Yolanda (low). Madonna! Vittia. You refuse Yolanda. He does. Vittia. The whole Yolanda. Lady of Venice, yes; for very shame! [With deep joy. Bitterly tho' it be, he must, for shame! 103 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS For though he would waste the air of the world to keep The breath still in the veins Of her his love so wronged, He cannot ask me more than breast can bear- Knowing I have already borne for her Infection worse than fetid marshes send From Mesaoria- Have lost the sky of love that I had arched And all the stars of it. See, he is dumb!- He cannot. Camarin (coldly). No; but to your heart I leave her And to your pity. Yolanda. Say not pity to me! [The word overwhelms her anew. Am I not needy, fain of it, and can Endurance ever dure! What have I left . . . Of joy to ripple in me or of light To sway me to forgetting-I to whom 10M4 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Dawn was enchanted incense once, and day, The least of earth, an ides of heaven bliss. What to me left! to me! Who shepherded each happy flock of waves Running with silvery foaming there to shore, Who numbered the little leaves with laughing names Out of my love, And quickened the winds with quicker winds of hope, That now are spent . . . as summer waters, Leaving my breast a torrent's barren bed. Pity and pity! ever pity! No. [Enter HASSAN. A nun to pity I will be no more. But you, cruel Venetian . . . Ah, ah, Mother of God! is there no gentleness In thee to move her and dissolve away This jeopardy congealing over us [A pause. Vittia. You see, none. I05 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Yolanda. Then to compel you. Vittia. Yolanda. Yet could I think! Hassan. Yolanda. Mly brain less weary Hassan. Yolanda. Hassan. There is Yolanda. Hassan. Yolanda. Hassan. Yolanda. To ... Hassan. Ah, for sceptre and for might Still, there is none. None [Sinks to a seat in despair. Lady Yolanda- [Advances. Were Lady Yolanda- Well a means-a might. Well [Is half heedless. To compel her. what If you will dare it. Will- [Rises. I swear. iio6 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Yolanda. Your thought! I have no fear. Hassan. Then . .. let me but Seize her and shut her fast an hour within The leprous keep, and she shall write whate'er You order; then upon a vessel quick Be sent to Venice whence she came. Camnarin. Mad! mad! Venice would rise! Hassan. And Cyprus, to be free !- But 'tis not, lady! and lord Renier Shall have a letter of her guile and flight. Venture it, venture! Yolanda (after a long pause). If it can be done, It shall be. Hassan. Ah! Yolanda. And must be. Vittia. Fools, to me! [She stands defensive, as HASSAN prepares to close in. Yolanda. Quickly, and take her. Hlassan. Now. 107 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Camarin (with sudden horror). No! . . . Sate- less God! [His eyes are fixed on the balcony. All look, appalled. For slowly down the steps comes RENIER following BE- RENGERE, whose eyes turn back in flut- tering trance upon him. Yolanda. Ah ! . . . he will kill her! Stop, my lord! mother! Lord Renier! [Runs; takes BERENNGERE in her arms. Cold is she, stony pale, And sinking! . . . Go away from her, go, go! Renier. No . . . she shall tell me. Yolanda. Mother! . .. Tell you that You are her murderer Renier. Yolanda. The truth ! The truth ! [Laughs bitterly, and at a loss, as if amazed. Then, almost against her will- log YOLANDA OF CYPRUS It is suspicion! is that mad suspicion That you have had of her. Renier. It is! It is! Yolanda. And-all because I have these days delayed To wed with Camarin. Renier. Delayed Yolanda. Because I show befitting shame that I was here Found in his arms . . . when to Amaury I was betrothed ! Renier. Power of-!-No! Yolanda. Because I grieve to leave Lusignan, this my home- Where I have dwelt as under tented love- Though I am bidden. Renier. This can be Berengere (faintly). Yolanda! Renier. I say-only delayed and you- Yolanda. Yes, yes. Now I will wed him, heedless, wantless, wild. log YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Send for the priest and for Amaury, for Laughter and lights and revelry-for all Within this castle. But first to her bed, And to tranquillity, She must be borne, she your cold violenc Has driven here. . . . Alessa-Tremitus! [They have entered. Lead her within. 0 mother! piteous mother !- Ah, it was ruthless, kindless! Renier. We shall see. [To HASSAN. Bid Moro and Amaury.-As for her, I soon may come and seek forgiveness. Berengere. No! [HASSAN goes. My brain and breath! . . . the pall . . . where am I. .. how Long must I lie! . . Trcnitus. She speaks to visions. So, IIO YOLANDA OF CYPRUS So can the blood do-trick us utterly ! [He supports her-uith ALESSA-sloWly up steps and off. YOLANDA covers her eyes. HASSAN returns with MORO, then, and with AMAURY, whose look seeks VITTIA. Yolanda (as all stand silent). Speak, speak, and tell him! Renier. Yes, Amaury . .. you Are sent for to behold Yolanda wed, As you commanded, Here unto Camarin. \Withheld her, but A maury. The sudden blood up Renier. I say, withheld her. Arnaury. So; and her Vows I have kept- Shame has till now . what ails you On; go on. to my wounds. It has, But she now has chosen. . . . it is well. And here are [Takes a packet from his breast. tI I YOLANDA OF CYPRUS 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 CARAMIN takes Yo- LANDA'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 shudder- ing cry and all turn toward the bal- cony, where ALESSA bursts, pale and wild and striving to speak. Yolanda (with dread, awe, premonition). Alessa! Alessa. Lady Yolanda! you have wed him 112 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Yolanda (pausing). Yes. Alessa. Lad, Yolanda. y Berengere is dead. No! . .. o! [Chokes rebelliously. It cannot be! mother! cannot! awake her! And tell her I have wed him! mother! cannot! [Goes trembling, belie fessly, up the bal- cony. A strange doubt seizes AmI- AURY. On the rest is silence, conster- nation, and fear. CURTAIN 113 This page in the original text is blank. ACT IV This page in the original text is blank. 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 Byzan- tine 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 cur- tains. 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- YOLANDA OF CYPRUS 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 MIORO. Ah, you were There in the sacristy. Moro. Yes. Your desire Alessa. The acolytes summoned from Fama- gouste To aid your rites before her burial Have come, and wait. Moro. Send hither two. [Looks closely at her. Alessa. At once. rIs going. He stops her. 1r8 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS 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 Il9 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS For truth-which you conceal Alessa. Are waiting. Moro. Go . .. But if this What you shall rue- Alessa. Father! The acolytes hour brings forth [Goes quickly, troubled. Moro. For Vittia Pisani, who alone Seems with these twain to share Is silent to all importunity. Oh, Berengere Lusignan!- In blindness still! tnis mystery 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 120 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS 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 Hither for holy care and sacred rest. So do-then after Look to that image of the Magdalen, Once it has fallen. Serlio. Domine, dirige! [MORO goes. They put off cant and set to work. Hilarion (insolently, lighting a taper). We'll have good wine for this! Serlio. The Chian! Hee! None's like the Chian! and to-morrow, meat! Last week old Ugo died and we had pheasant. 12 1 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Hilarion. When we are priests we'll give no comforting To wife or maid-till we have sipped! Serlio. And supped! Though 'tis a Friday and the Pope is dead! [Silence. They work faster. Hilarion. There, it is done. Now to the image. [Mounts pillar. Serlio. Well, Olympio, the cock who fetched us, said That image fell first on the day- Hilarion. Tchuck! tchuck! Better no breath about that lord of Paphos, Or any here. For till the dead are three Days gone, you know-! But there's the woman. Feign. [As ALESSA re-enters; hypocritically. The blessed dead! in Purgatory may They briefly bide. Serlio. Aye! aye! Alessa (still troubled). What say you 1 22 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Hilarioin. Ah! I lay that it is wiser never to foul The dead, even in thinking, For they may hear us, none can say, and once My mother saw a dead man who had gone Unshriven start up white and cry out loud When he was curst. Scrilo. 0 Lord! Alessa (staring). No! . . . W-ell, such things There are perchance. And now they say that Venus, The Anadyomene, who once ruled this isle, Is come again. . . . But you have finished Soon They bring her body here. Hilarion. Now have I, now! It will not totter again. [Descends. Alcssa. Would that it might Upon the head of (catches lerscif; caleld) You are awaited There in the sacristy. . . . The chant begins! [The acolytcs go. She grows more dis quieted. 123 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Begins! and lady Yolanda still awaits Heedless, though Lord Amaury's desperate, As is the Paphian! . . . They near! . . . The cur- tains! [Goes to door and draws themt back. As she does so the chant swells louder. Then the cortege enters-MNORO, the acolytes with tapers; BERENGERE on a litter, AMAURY, RENIER, VITTIA, the wvomnen, HASSAN, and last YOLANDA. The litter, ANIAURY by it, comes to the altar; the chanting ceases. Moro (as AMAURY bows, shaken). No moan or any toil of grief be here Where we have brought her for sainted appeal. But in this holy place until the tomb Let her find rest. Amiaury. Set down the bier. [It is placed. Moro. Lone rest! Then bliss Afar for ever! 124 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Antaury (rises). Be it so! [Turning; brokenly. But unto any, mother, who have brought thee Low to this couch, be never ease again. To any who have put thy life out, never! But in them be the burning that has seemed To shrivel thee-whether with pain or fear And be appeaseless tears, Salt tears that rust the fountain of the heart. [Sinks to a seat. ,4 pause. Moro. My son, relentless words. Arnaury (up again). To the relentless! Moro. God hear yetl not! Amaury. Then is He not my God. Moro. Enough, enough. (To the rest.) But go and for her soul Freight all of you this tide of night with prayer. Ainaury. -Never! Moro. I bid. Amnaurv. And I forbid those who Have prized her not ! 3 2 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS For though nought's in the world ltut prayer may move, Still but the lips that loved her Should for her any sin heseeching lift. [L They and no other! Yolanda. It is wvel A;nazirv. Yolanda. Then, mother- ooking at YOLANDA. II. Not one. [Goes to bier. Amaurv. That name again Yolanda. WVhile I have breath. [Fixedly. Yes, though you hold me purgeless of that sin Only the pale archangels may endure Trembling to muse on! Or though yon image of the Magdalen. Whose alabaster broke amid her tears And her torn hair, forbade me with a voice. And you, whose heart is shaken As in a tomb a taper's flame. would know 126 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS 1 I speak with love. Camarin. Unswerving love. Amnaury. Then, by Christ, and the world that craves His blood, I think She, if she would, or you, could point to me, Or you, Vittia Pisani, The reason of this sudden piteous death Hard on the haunted flight before my father, Whose lips refuse. Cainarin. She knows no shred of it. Anmaury. You lie to say it. Canzarin. Then will, still-if there Is need. Anmaury. Because you love her Yolanda. Peace, peace, peace. Amautry. A hollow word for what had never being. Yolanda. Look on her face and see. Amnaurv (at bier). Upon her face! Where not oblivion the void of death Has hid away, or can, the agony 127 1YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Of her last terror-but it trembles still. I tell you, no. Grief was enough, but now Through it has risen mystery that chokes As a miasma from Iscariot's tomb. And till this pall of doubt be rent away No earth shall fall and quicken with her dust! But I will search her face . . . till it reveals. Carnarin. He raves. Amaurv. Iscariot ! yes Yolanda. Again, peace, peace! Ainazry. That you may palter! Yolanda (gently). That she may not grieve. [Goes again to bier. For-if her soul is near-it now is wrung. Near! would it were to hear me and impart Its yearning and regret to us who live, Its dim unhappiness and hollow want. Yes, mother, were you now about us, vain, Invisible and without any voice To tell us of you ! Were you and now could hear through what of cold 128 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Or silence wrap you, oh, so humanly, And seeming but a veil- Then would you hear me say- [Suddenly aghast. Ah, God! A nzaury. Yolanda! [She starts back front the bier. Yolanda! Renier. Girl, what rends you Yolanda. Saw you not [Rushes to bier and shakes it. Mother! you hear me mother ! Renier. Girl ! Yolanda. She breathes! [Consternation. M Vittia. What what Yolanda. Mother! She moves! Amnaury. God! God! Yolanda. Stand off f Carnarin. Some fall to their knees. Mother! Tier breast! rom her . . . Mother! Her eyes! . . 129 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS They open' open! Yolanda. 'Mother! Ainzaury. See; her lips! They strive to speak ! 0 faintly. 0 so faint! Can you not hear Bcrengerc. Yolanda! Yolanda. Mother! Berengere. Renier! Renier. Yes, yes Bcrenigere. Yolanda- Ren icr. Speak! Bcrenzgerc. Christ, save me .. Christ! Yolanda's innocent. and I . . . 'twas I. Antaary. What what is it she says Berengere. Camnarin ! Ah! [She sh udders and dies, amnid lo-v-uttcre(l a-wc. RENIEiR bends, lavs his hand a vzomnent on her breast, then, with a cry of raj-c, springs from her and draws, and rushes on CAMARIN, who aWaits himi, desperate. 130 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Amaury (confused, as they engage). Yolanda; what is this Yolanda. Amaury, in! Compel lord Renier back! he cannot live, You only could against Camarin now! Wait not to question, but obey me! if- You ever-! (as he rushes in) Holy Magdalen. defend him! [RENTIER falls back. Now, now defend him, if to chastity Thou'rt vowel in heaven. Vittia. Fool! .. . Camarin, strike! Yolanda. He's wounded! Caonarin. Oh! . . . Berengere! . . . treachery! [He staggers and sinks back heavily toward the pillar. There is breathless, straini'd suspense. Then the imtage above, un- settled and shaken bai his fall, sways, totters and crushes upon him. A cry, " The Magdalen! " goes up around. I131 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Hassan (hurrying to him; after awe and silence). lie's dead. Alessa. The Magdalen! Hassan. No breath in him. [A pause. Rcnier (low, harshly). Bear him without then ever from this place, That never more shall know a holy rite- And from these gates, I care not to what tomb. [To AMAURY. Then shall you hear this mystery's content, That still as a madness measures to your sight. Bear him without. [The limp body is borne away. All follow but AMAURY, YOLANDA, RENIER. Now you shall hear, with shame, But with exalted pride and happy tears; Then come obliteration ! Speak, girl . . . Nobility Had never better title to its truth. [Kisses her hand and goes. 132 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Ainaury. Yolanda! . . . He . . . This rever- ence as to An angel Speak! Yolanda. Amaury-- Arnaury. 0 pause not! Yolanda. Then-to save her who's dead-from death and shame, I took her place within the Paphian's arms. Anaury. 0! . . . and by me, driven by me, bore this [Overconic. Pure as the rills of Paradise, endured Yolanda. For you !-and her who sleeps for- given there, [Raptly. Now while her spirit weightless overwingeth Night, to that Throne whose seeing heals all shame! For her I did! but oh, for you, whose least Murmur to me is infinite with Spring, Whose smile is light, filling the air with dawn, Whose touch, wafture of immortality I33 YOLANDA OF CYPRUS Unto my weariness; and whose eyes, now, Are as the beams God lifted first, they tell us, Over the uncreated, In the far singing mother-dawn of the world !- Come with me then, but tearless, to her side. [They go to the bier and stand as in a dream, A patose, then, her lips move, last, as if inspired. While there is sin to sway the soal and sink it, Pity should be as strong as love or death ! [With a cry of joy hie cnfolds her, and they kneel, wrapped about with the clear moon. TIHE END 134