IV. The garders of a palace-Moonlight. Lalage and Politian Lalage. And dost thou speak of love To me, Politian ?-dost thou speak of love To Lalage?—ah wo-ah wo is me! This mockery is most cruel-most cruel indeed! Politian. Weep not! oh, sob not thus !-thy bitter tears Will madden me. Oh mourn not, Lalage Be comforted! I know-I know it all, And still I speak of love. Look at me, brightest, Knowing what I know, and seeing what I have seen. Thus on my bended knee I answer thee. Sweet Lalage, I love thee-love thee-love thee; (kneeling.) (arising.) Even for thy woes I love thee-even for thy woes Thy beauty and thy woes. Lal. Alas, proud Earl, Thou dost forget thyself, remembering me! Could the dishonoured Lalage abide ? Thy wife, and with a tainted memory— My seared and blighted name, how would it tally Pol. Speak not to me of glory! I hate-I loathe the name; I do abhor Art thou not Lalage and I Politian? Do I not love-art thou not beautiful What need we more? Ha! glory!-now speak not of it. Descend together-and then-and then perchance- Pol. And then perchance Arise together, Lalage, and roam The starry and quiet dwellings of the blest, And still Lal. Why dost thou pause, Politian ? Pol. And still together-together. Lal. Now Earl of Leicester ! Thou lovest me, and in my heart of hearts I feel thou lovest me truly. Pol. Oh, Lalage! (throwing himself upon his knee.) And lovest thou me ? Lal. Hist! hush! within the gloom Of yonder trees methought a figure past A spectral figure, solemn, and slow, and noiseless- (walks across and returns.) I was mistaken-'twas but a giant bough Pol. My Lalage-my love! why art thou moved? Should shake the firm spirit thus. But the night wind Throw over all things a gloom. Lal. Politian! Thou speakest to me of love. Knowest thou the land A thousand leagues within the golden west? A fairy land of flowers, and fruit, and sunshine, And crystal lakes, and over-arching forests, And mountains, around whose towering summits the winds Of Heaven untrammelled flow-which air to breathe Is Happiness now, and will be Freedom hereafter In days that are to come? Pol. O, wilt thou-wilt thou Fly to that Paradise-my Lalage, wilt thou Fly thither with me? There Care shall be forgotten, And life shall then be mine, for I will live And worship thee, and call thee my beloved, My all;-oh, wilt thou-wilt thou, Lalage, Lal. A deed is to be done Castiglione lives! Pol. And he shall die! (exit.) Who spoke the words? -alas! Lal. (after a pause.) And-he-shall-die !- I knew thou wouldst not, couldst not, durst not go. Villain, thou art not gone-thou mockest me! And thus I clutch thee-thus! -He is gone, he is gone Gone gone. Where am I?—'tis well-'tis very well! So that the blade be keen-the blow be sure, 'Tis well, 'tis very well-alas! alas! V. The suburbs Politian alone. Politian. This weakness grows upon me. I am faint, And much I fear me ill-it will not do To die ere I have lived!-Stay-stay thy hand, O Azrael, yet awhile!-Prince of the Powers Enter Baldazzar. Baldazzar. That knowing no cause of quarrel or of feud Between the Earl Politian and himself, He doth decline your cartel. Pol. What didst thou say? What answer was it you brought me, good Baldazzar ? With what excessive fragrance the zephyr comes No mortal eyes have seen!-what said the Count? Of any feud existing, or any cause Of quarrel between your lordship and himself Pol. It is most true All this is very true. When saw you, sir, |