YOLANDA OF CYPRUS
As those that wedded love
Then it shall be, at once . . .
Have a confession.
And we might be
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. ...