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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_ 〃Is it so strong
（_more loudly_） As for to leave me thus
Who hath loved thee so long
In wealth and woe 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 use
Thy presence is expected in the hall
Below。 What ails thee； Earl Politian？
_Voice_ 〃Who hath loved thee so long
（_distinctly_） In wealth and woe 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 savored 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； woe ah； woe 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 Lalage！ turn here thine eyes！
Thou askest me if I could speak of love；
Knowing what I know； and seeing what I have seen。
Thou askest me that and thus I answer thee
Thus on my bended knee I answer thee。 （_kneeling。_）
Sweet Lalage； _I love thee_ _love thee_ _love thee_；
Thro' good and ill thro' weal and wo I _love thee_。
Not mother； with her first…born on her knee；
Thrills with intenser love than I for thee。
Not on God's altar； in any time or clime；
Burned there a holier fire than burneth now
Within my spirit for _thee_。 And do I love？ （_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！
How； in thy father's halls； among the maidens
Pure and reproachless of thy princely line；
Could the dishonored Lalage abide？
Thy wife； and with a tainted memory…
MY seared and blighted name； how would it tally
With the ancestral honors of thy house；
And with thy glory？
_ Pol_。 Speak not to me of glory！
I hate… I loathe the name； I do abhor
The unsatisfactory and ideal thing。
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。
By all I hold most sacred and most solemn…
By all my wishes now… my fears hereafter…
By all I scorn on earth and hope in heaven…
There is no deed I would more glory in；
Than in thy cause to scoff at this same glory
And trample it under foot。 What matters it…
What matters it； my fairest； and my best；
That we go down unhonored and forgotten
Into the dust… so we descend together。
Descend together… and then… and then； perchance…
_ Lal_。 Why dost thou pause； Politian？
_ 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 passed…
A spectral figure； solemn； and slow； and noiseless…
Like the grim shadow Conscience； solemn and noiseless。
（_walks across and returns。_）
I was mistaken 'twas but a giant bough
Stirred by the autumn wind。 Politian！
_ Pol_。 My Lalage my love！ why art thou moved？
Why dost thou turn so pale？ Not Conscience' self；
Far less a shadow which thou likenest to it；
Should shake the firm spirit thus。 But the night wind
Is chilly and these melancholy boughs
Throw over all things a gloom。
_ Lal_。 Politian！
Thou speakest to me of love。 Knowest thou the land
With which all tongues are busy a land new found
Miraculously found by one of Genoa
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 Sorrow shall be no more； and Eros be all。
And life shall then be mine； for I will live
For thee； and in thine eyes and thou shalt be
No more a mourner but the radiant Joys
Shall wait upon thee； and the angel Hope
Attend thee ever； and I will kneel to thee
And worship thee； and call thee my beloved；
My own； my beautiful； my love； my wife；
My all； oh； wilt thou wilt thou； Lalage；
Fly thither with me？
_ Lal_。 A deed is to be done
Castiglione lives！
_ Pol_。 And he shall die！ （_exit_）
_ Lal_。 （_after a pause。_） And… he… shall… die！… alas！
Castiglione die？ Who spoke the words？
Where am I？… what was it he said？… Politian！
Thou art not gone… thou are not gone； Politian！
I feel thou art not gone… yet dare not look；
Lest I behold thee not； thou couldst not go
With those words upon thy lips… O； speak to me！
And let me hear thy voice… one word… one word；
To say thou art not gone；… one little sentence；
To say how thou dost scorn… how thou dost hate
My womanly weakness。 Ha！ ha！ thou art not gone…
O speak to me！ I knew thou wouldst not go！
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
Of Darkness and the Tomb； O pity me！
O pity me！ let me not perish now；
In the budding of my Paradisal Hope！
Give me to live yet… yet a little while：
'Tis I who pray for life… I who so late
Demanded but to die！… what sayeth the Count？
_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
Laden from yonder bowers！… a fairer day；
Or one more worthy Italy； methinks
No mortal eyes have seen！… what said the Count？
_ Bal_。 That he； Castiglione' not being aware
Of any feud existing； or any cause
Of quarrel between your lordship and himself；
Cannot accept the challenge。
_ Pol_。 It is most true
All this is very true。 When saw you； sir；
When saw you now； Baldazzar； in the frigid
Ungenial Britain which we left so lately；
A heaven so calm as this… so utterly free
From the evil taint of clouds？… and he did say？
_ Bal_。 No more； my lord； than I have told you； sir：
The Count Castiglione will not fight；
Having no cause for quarrel。
_ Pol_。 Now this is true…
All very true。 Thou art my friend； Baldazzar；
And I have not forgotten it… thou'lt do me
A piece of service； wilt thou go back and say
Unto this man； that I； the Earl of Leicester；
Hold him a villain？… thus much； I prythee； say
Unto the Count… it is exceeding j