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— school-fellows —

And now are friends — yet shall not be so long —

For in the eternal city thou shalt do me

A kind and gentle office, and a Power —

A Power august, benignant and supreme —

Shall then absolve thee of all further duties

Unto thy friend.

Bal. Thou speakest a fearful riddle

I will not understand.

Pol. Yet now as Fate

Approaches, and the Hours are breathing low,

The sands of Time are changed to golden grains,

And dazzle me, Baldazzar. Alas! alas!

I cannot die, having within my heart

So keen a relish for the beautiful

As hath been kindled within it. Methinks the air

Is balmier now than it was wont to be —

Rich melodies are floating in the winds —

A rarer loveliness bedecks the earth — ­

And with a holier lustre the quiet moon

Sitteth in Heaven. — Hist! hist! thou canst not say

Thou hearest not now, Baldazzar?

Bal. Indeed I hear not.

Pol. Not hear it! — listen now — listen! — the faintest sound

And yet the sweetest that ear ever heard!

A lady’s voice! — and sorrow in the tone!

Baldazzar, it oppresses me like a spell!

Again! — again! — how solemnly it falls

Into my heart of hearts! that eloquent voice

Surely I never heard — yet it were well

Had I but heard it with its thrilling tones

In earlier days!

Bal. I myself hear it now.

Be still! — the voice, if I mistake not greatly,

Proceeds from yonder lattice — which you may see

Very plainly through the window — it belongs,

Does it not? unto this palace of the Duke.

The singer is undoubtedly beneath

The roof of his Excellency — and perhaps

Is even that Alessandra of whom he spoke

As the betrothed of Castiglione,

His son and heir.

Pol. Be still! — it comes again!

Voice

(very faintly.)

“And is thy heart so strong

As for to leave me thus

Who hath loved thee so long

In wealth and wo among?

And is thy heart so strong

As for to leave me thus?

Say nay — say nay!”

Bal. The song is English, and I oft have heard it

In merry England — never so plaintively — ­

Hist! hist! it comes again!

Voice

(more loudly.)

“Is it so strong

As for to leave me thus

Who hath loved thee so long

In wealth and wo among?

And is thy heart so strong

As for to leave me thus?

Say nay — say nay!”

Bal. ‘Tis hushed and all is still!

Pol. All is not still!

Bal. Let us go down.

Pol. Go down, Baldazzar, go!

Bal. The hour is growing late — the Duke awaits us, —

Thy presence is expected in the hall

Below. What ails thee, Earl Politian?

Voice

(distinctly.)

“Who hath loved thee so long,

In wealth and wo among,

And is thy heart so strong?

Say nay — say nay!”

Bal. Let us descend! — ‘tis time. Politian, give

These fancies to the wind. Remember, pray,

Your bearing lately savoured much of rudeness

Unto the Duke. Arouse thee! and remember!

Pol. Remember? I do. Lead on! I do remember. (going.)

Let us descend. Believe me I would give,

Freely would give the broad lands of my earldom

To look upon the face hidden by yon lattice —

“To gaze upon that veiled face, and hear

Once more that silent tongue.”

Bal. Let me beg you, sir,

Descend with me — the Duke may be offended.

Let us go down, I pray you. ­

(Voice loudly.) Say nay! — say nay!

Pol. (aside.) ‘Tis strange! — ‘tis very strange — methought the voice

Chimed in with my desires and bade me stay! (approaching the window.)

Sweet voice! I heed thee, and will surely stay.

Now be this Fancy, by Heaven, or be it Fate,

Still will I not descend. Baldazzar, make

Apology unto the Duke for me;

I go not down to-night.

Bal. Your lordship’s pleasure

Shall be attended to. Good night, Politian.

Pol. Good night, my friend, good night. ­

IV.

The gardens of a palace — Moonlight. Lalage and Politian.

Lalge. 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,

And beautiful

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