Scenes From “politian.” Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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AN UNPUBLISHED DRAMA	A
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ROME A Hall in a Palace ALESSANDRA and CASTIGLIONE	B
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Alessandra Thou art sad Castiglione	B
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Castiglione Sad not I	-
Oh I'm the happiest happiest man in Rome	C
A few days more thou knowest my Alessandra	A
Will make thee mine Oh I am very happy	B
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Aless Methinks thou hast a singular way of showing	D
Thy happiness what ails thee cousin of mine	E
Why didst thou sigh so deeply	B
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Cas Did I sigh	-
I was not conscious of it It is a fashion	F
A silly a most silly fashion I have	G
When I am very happy Did I sigh sighing	D
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Aless Thou didst Thou art not well Thou hast indulged	H
Too much of late and I am vexed to see it	I
Late hours and wine Castiglione these	J
Will ruin thee thou art already altered	K
Thy looks are haggard nothing so wears away	L
The constitution as late hours and wine	E
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Cas musing Nothing fair cousin nothing	D
Not even deep sorrow	M
Wears it away like evil hours and wine	E
I will amend	N
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Aless Do it I would have thee drop	O
Thy riotous company too fellows low born	P
Ill suit the like of old Di Broglio's heir	Q
And Alessandra's husband	R
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Cas I will drop them	S
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Aless Thou wilt thou must Attend thou also more	T
To thy dress and equipage they are over plain	U
For thy lofty rank and fashion much depends	V
Upon appearances	W
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Cas I'll see to it	I
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Aless Then see to it pay more attention sir	X
To a becoming carriage much thou wantest	I
In dignity	I
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Cas Much much oh much I want	I
In proper dignity	I
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Aless	W
haughtily Thou mockest me sir	X
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Cos	W
abstractedly Sweet gentle Lalage	Y
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Aless Heard I aright	I
I speak to him he speaks of Lalage	Y
Sir Count	I
places her hand on his shoulder	X
what art thou dreaming	D
He's not well	Z
What ails thee sir	X
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Cas starting Cousin fair cousin madam	A2
I crave thy pardon indeed I am not well	Z
Your hand from off my shoulder if you please	W
This air is most oppressive Madam the Duke	B2
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Enter Di Broglio	Z
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Di Broglio My son I've news for thee hey	L
what's the matter	X
observing Alessandra	A
I' the pouts Kiss her Castiglione kiss her	X
You dog and make it up I say this minute	I
I've news for you both Politian is expected	I
Hourly in Rome Politian Earl of Leicester	X
We'll have him at the wedding 'Tis his first visit	I
To the imperial city	I
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Aless What Politian	U
Of Britain Earl of Leicester	X
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Di Brog The same my love	C2
We'll have him at the wedding A man quite young	D2
In years but gray in fame I have not seen him	E2
But Rumor speaks of him as of a prodigy	I
Pre eminent in arts and arms and wealth	F2
And high descent We'll have him at the wedding	D
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Aless I have heard much of this Politian	U
Gay volatile and giddy is he not	I
And little given to thinking	D
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Di Brog Far from it love	C2
No branch they say of all philosophy	I
So deep abstruse he has not mastered it	I
Learned as few are learned	I
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Aless 'Tis very strange	Y
I have known men have seen Politian	U
And sought his company They speak of him	E2
As of one who entered madly into life	G2
Drinking the cup of pleasure to the dregs	W
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Cas Ridiculous Now I have seen Politian	U
And know him well nor learned nor mirthful he	I
He is a dreamer and shut out	I
From common passions	W
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Di Brog Children we disagree	I
Let us go forth and taste the fragrant air	Q
Of the garden Did I dream or did I hear	H2
Politian was a melancholy man	U
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Exeunt	I
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ROME A Lady's Apartment with a window open and looking into a garden	U
LALAGE in deep mourning reading at a table on which lie some books and	I
a hand mirror In the background JACINTA a servant maid leans	W
carelessly upon a chair	Q
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Lalage Jacinta is it thou	I2
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Jacinta	I
pertly Yes ma'am I'm here	H2
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Lal I did not know Jacinta you were in waiting	D
Sit down let not my presence trouble you	J2
Sit down for I am humble most humble	Z
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Jac aside 'Tis time	K2
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Jacinta seats herself in a side long manner upon the chair resting	D
her elbows upon the back and regarding her mistress with a contemptuous	W
look Lalage continues to read	I
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Lal It in another climate so he said	I
Bore a bright golden flower but not i' this soil	Z
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pauses turns over some leaves and resumes	W
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No lingering winters there nor snow nor shower	X
But Ocean ever to refresh mankind	I
Breathes the shrill spirit of the western wind	I
Oh beautiful most beautiful how like	L2
To what my fevered soul doth dream of Heaven	U
O happy land pauses She died the maiden died	I
O still more happy maiden who couldst die	I
Jacinta	I
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Jacinta returns no answer and Lalage presently resumes	W
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Again a similar tale	Z
Told of a beauteous dame beyond the sea	I
Thus speaketh one Ferdinand in the words of the play	L
She died full young one Bossola answers him	E2
I think not so her infelicity	I
Seemed to have years too many Ah luckless lady	I
Jacinta still no answer	X
Here's a far sterner story	I
But like oh very like in its despair	Q
Of that Egyptian queen winning so easily	I
A thousand hearts losing at length her own	U
She died Thus endeth the history and her maids	W
Lean over her and keep two gentle maids	W
With gentle names Eiros and Charmion	U
Rainbow and Dove Jacinta	I
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Jac	M2
pettishly Madam what is it	I
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Lal Wilt thou my good Jacinta be so kind	I
As go down in the library and bring me	I
The Holy Evangelists	W
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Jac Pshaw	N2
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Exit	I
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Lal If there be balm	O2
For the wounded spirit in Gilead it is there	Q
Dew in the night time of my bitter trouble	Z
Will there be found dew sweeter far than that	I
Which hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill	Z
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re enter Jacinta and throws a volume on the table	Z
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There ma'am 's the book	P2
aside Indeed she is very troublesome	A2
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Lal	Z
astonished What didst thou say Jacinta	I
Have I done aught	I
To grieve thee or to vex thee I am sorry	I
For thou hast served me long and ever been	U
Trustworthy and respectful	Z
resumes her reading	D
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Jac aside I can't believe	Q2
She has any more jewels no no she gave me all	Z
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Lal What didst thou say Jacinta Now I bethink me	I
Thou hast not spoken lately of thy wedding	D
How fares good Ugo and when is it to be	I
Can I do aught is there no further aid	I
Thou needest Jacinta	I
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Jac aside Is there no further aid	I
That's meant for me I'm sure madam you need not	I
Be always throwing those jewels in my teeth	R2
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Lal Jewels Jacinta now indeed Jacinta	I
I thought not of the jewels	W
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Jac Oh perhaps not	I
But then I might have sworn it After all	Z
There's Ugo says the ring is only paste	I
For he's sure the Count Castiglione never	X
Would have given a real diamond to such as you	J2
And at the best I'm certain madam you cannot	I
Have use for jewels now But I might have sworn it	I
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Exit	I
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Lalage bursts into tears and leans her head upon the table after a	I
short pause raises it	I
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Lal Poor Lalage and is it come to this	W
Thy servant maid but courage 'tis but a viper	X
Whom thou hast cherished to sting thee to the soul	Z
taking up the mirror	X
Ha here at least's a friend too much a friend	I
In earlier days a friend will not deceive thee	I
Fair mirror and true now tell me for thou canst	I
A tale a pretty tale and heed thou not	I
Though it be rife with woe It answers me	I
It speaks of sunken eyes and wasted cheeks	W
And beauty long deceased remembers me	I
Of Joy departed Hope the Seraph Hope	S2
Inurned and entombed now in a tone	U
Low sad and solemn but most audible	Z
Whispers of early grave untimely yawning	D
For ruined maid Fair mirror and true thou liest not	I
Thou hast no end to gain no heart to break	T2
Castiglione lied who said he loved	I
Thou true he false false false	W
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While she speaks a monk enters her apartment and approaches	W
unobserved	I
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Monk Refuge thou hast	I
Sweet daughter in Heaven Think of eternal things	W
Give up thy soul to penitence and pray	L
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Lal	Z
arising hurriedly I cannot pray My soul is at war with God	I
The frightful sounds of merriment below	Z
Disturb my senses go I cannot pray	L
The sweet airs from the garden worry me	I
Thy presence grieves me go thy priestly raiment	I
Fills me with dread thy ebony crucifix	W
With horror and awe	U2
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Monk Think of thy precious soul	Z
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Lal Think of my early days think of my father	X
And mother in Heaven think of our quiet home	C
And the rivulet that ran before the door	T
Think of my little sisters think of them	S
And think of me think of my trusting love	C2
And confidence his vows my ruin think think	V2
Of my unspeakable misery begone	U
Yet stay yet stay what was it thou saidst of prayer	Q
And penitence Didst thou not speak of faith	W2
And vows before the throne	U
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Monk I did	I
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Lal 'Tis well	Z
There is a vow 'twere fitting should be made	I
A sacred vow imperative and urgent	I
A solemn vow	I2
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Monk Daughter this zeal is well	Z
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Lal Father this zeal is anything but well	Z
Hast thou a crucifix fit for this thing	D
A crucifix whereon to register	X
This sacred vow he hands her his own	U
Not that Oh no no no shuddering	D
Not that Not that I tell thee holy man	U
Thy raiments and thy ebony cross affright me	I
Stand back I have a crucifix myself	X2
I have a crucifix Methinks 'twere fitting	D
The deed the vow the symbol of the deed	I
And the deed's register should tally father	X
draws a cross handled dagger and raises it on high	I
Behold the cross wherewith a vow like mine	U
Is written in heaven	U
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Monk Thy words are madness daughter	X
And speak a purpose unholy thy lips are livid	I
Thine eyes are wild tempt not the wrath divine	U
Pause ere too late oh be not be not rash	N2
Swear not the oath oh swear it not	I
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Lal 'Tis sworn	U
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An Apartment in a Palace POLITIAN and BALDAZZAR	X
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Baldazzar Arouse thee now Politian	U
Thou must not nay indeed indeed thou shalt not	I
Give way unto these humors Be thyself	I
Shake off the idle fancies that beset thee	I
And live for now thou diest	I
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Politian Not so Baldazzar	X
Surely I live	I
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Bal Politian it doth grieve me	I
To see thee thus	W
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Pol Baldazzar it doth grieve me	I
To give thee cause for grief my honored friend	I
Command me sir what wouldst thou have me do	I
At thy behest I will shake off that nature	X
Which from my forefathers I did inherit	I
Which with my mother's milk I did imbibe	Y2
And be no more Politian but some other	X
Command me sir	X
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Bal To the field then to the field	I
To the senate or the field	I
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Pol Alas alas	W
There is an imp would follow me even there	X
There is an imp hath followed me even there	X
There is what voice was that	I
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Bal I heard it not	I
I heard not any voice except thine own	U
And the echo of thine own	U
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Pol Then I but dreamed	I
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Bal Give not thy soul to dreams the camp the court	I
Befit thee Fame awaits thee Glory calls	W
And her the trumpet tongued thou wilt not hear	X
In hearkening to imaginary sounds	W
And phantom voices	W
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Pol It is a phantom voice	W
Didst thou not hear it then	U
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Bal I heard it not	I
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Pol Thou heardst it not Baldazzar speak no more	X
To me Politian of thy camps and courts	W
Oh I am sick sick sick even unto death	Z2
Of the hollow and high sounding vanities	W
Of the populous Earth Bear with me yet awhile	Z
We have been boys together school fellows	W
And now are friends yet shall not be so long	A3
For in the Eternal City thou shalt do me	I
A kind and gentle office and a Power	X
A Power august benignant and supreme	B3
Shall then absolve thee of all further duties	W
Unto thy friend	I
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Bal Thou speakest a fearful riddle	Z
I will not understand	I
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Pol Yet now as Fate	I
Approaches and the Hours are breathing low	Z
The sands of Time are changed to golden grains	W
And dazzle me Baldazzar Alas alas	W
I cannot die having within my heart	I
So keen a relish for the beautiful	Z
As hath been kindled within it Methinks the air	X
Is balmier now than it was wont to be	I
Rich melodies are floating in the winds	W
A rarer loveliness bedecks the earth	C3
And with a holier lustre the quiet moon	U
Sitteth in Heaven Hist hist thou canst not say	L
Thou hearest not now Baldazzar	X
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Bal Indeed I hear not	I
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Pol Not hear it listen now listen the faintest sound	I
And yet the sweetest that ear ever heard	I
A lady's voice and sorrow in the tone	U
Baldazzar it oppresses me like a spell	Z
Again again how solemnly it falls	W
Into my heart of hearts that eloquent voice	W
Surely I never heard yet it were well	Z
Had I but heard it with its thrilling tones	W
In earlier days	W
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Bal I myself hear it now	U
Be still the voice if I mistake not greatly	I
Proceeds from younder lattice which you may see	I
Very plainly through the window it belongs	W
Does it not unto this palace of the Duke	B2
The singer is undoubtedly beneath	R2
The roof of his Excellency and perhaps	W
Is even that Alessandra of whom he spoke	D3
As the betrothed of Castiglione	I
His son and heir	X
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Pol Be still it comes again	U
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Voice	W
very faintly And is thy heart so strong	A3
As for to leave me thus	W
That have loved thee so long	A3
In wealth and woe among	D2
And is thy heart so strong	A3
As for to leave me thus	W
Say nay say nay	L
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Bal The song is English and I oft have heard it	I
In merry England never so plaintively	I
Hist hist it comes again	U
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Voice	W
more loudly Is it so strong	A3
As for to leave me thus	W
That have loved thee so long	A3
In wealth and woe among	D2
And is thy heart so strong	A3
As for to leave me thus	W
Say nay say nay	L
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Bal 'Tis hushed and all is still	Z
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Pol All is not still	Z
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Bal Let us go down	U
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Pol Go down Baldazzar go	Z
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Bal The hour is growing late the Duke awaits us	W
Thy presence is expected in the hall	Z
Below What ails thee Earl Politian	U
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Voice	W
distinctly Who have loved thee so long	A3
In wealth and woe among	D2
And is thy heart so strong	A3
Say nay say nay	U
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Bal Let us descend 'tis time Politian give	I
These fancies to the wind Remember pray	U
Your bearing lately savored much of rudeness	W
Unto the Duke Arouse thee and remember	X
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Pol Remember I do Lead on I do remember	X
going	D
Let us descend Believe me I would give	I
Freely would give the broad lands of my earldom	A2
To look upon the face hidden by yon lattice	W
To gaze upon that veiled face and hear	X
Once more that silent tongue	D2
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Bal Let me beg you sir	X
Descend with me the Duke may be offended	I
Let us go down I pray you	I
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Voice loudly Say nay say nay	U
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Pol aside 'Tis strange 'tis very strange methought	I
the voice	W
Chimed in with my desires and bade me stay	I
Approaching the window	I
Sweet voice I heed thee and will surely stay	I
Now be this fancy by heaven or be it Fate	I
Still will I not descend Baldazzar make	T2
Apology unto the Duke for me	I
I go not down to night	I
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Bal Your lordship's pleasure	X
Shall be attended to Good night Politian	U
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Pol Good night my friend good night	I
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IV	I
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The Gardens of a Palace Moonlight LALAGE and POLITIAN	U
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Lalage And dost thou speak of love	I
To me Politian dost thou speak of love	I
To Lalage ah woe ah woe is me	I
This mockery is most cruel most cruel indeed	I
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Politian Weep not oh sob not thus thy bitter tears	W
Will madden me Oh mourn not Lalage	Y
Be comforted I know I know it all	Z
And still I speak of love Look at me brightest	I
And beautiful Lalage turn here thine eyes	W
Thou askest me if I could speak of love	I
Knowing what I know and seeing what I have seen	U
Thou askest me that and thus I answer thee	I
Thus on my bended knee I answer thee kneeling	D
Sweet Lalage I love thee love thee love thee	I
Thro' good and ill thro' weal and woe I love thee	I
Not mother with her first born on her knee	I
Thrills with intenser love than I for thee	I
Not on God's altar in any time or clime	I
Burned there a holier fire than burneth now	U
Within my spirit for thee And do I love	I
arising	D
Even for thy woes I love thee even for thy woes	W
Thy beauty and thy woes	W
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Lal Alas proud Earl	Z
Thou dost forget thyself remembering me	I
How in thy father's halls among the maidens	W
Pure and reproachless of thy princely line	U
Could the dishonored Lalage abide	I
Thy wife and with a tainted memory	I
My seared and blighted name how would it tally	I
With the ancestral honors of thy house	W
And with thy glory	I
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Pol Speak not to me of glory	I
I hate I loathe the name I do abhor	X
The unsatisfactory and ideal thing	D
Art thou not Lalage and I Politian	U
Do I not love art thou not beautiful	Z
What need we more Ha glory now speak not of it	I
By all I hold most sacred and most solemn	U
By all my wishes now my fears hereafter	X
By all I scorn on earth and hope in heaven	U
There is no deed I would more glory in	U
Than in thy cause to scoff at this same glory	I
And trample it under foot What matters it	I
What matters it my fairest and my best	I
That we go down unhonored and forgotten	U
Into the dust so we descend together	X
Descend together and then and then perchance	W
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Lal Why dost thou pause Politian	U
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Pol And then perchance	W
Arise together Lalage and roam	I
The starry and quiet dwellings of the blest	I
And still	Z
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Lal Why dost thou pause Politian	U
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Pol And still together together	X
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Lal Now Earl of Leicester	X
Thou lovest me and in my heart of hearts	W
I feel thou lovest me truly	I
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Pol O Lalage	Y
throwing himself upon his knee	I
And lovest thou me	I
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Lal Hist hush within the gloom	I
Of yonder trees methought a figure passed	I
A spectral figure solemn and slow and noiseless	W
Like the grim shadow Conscience solemn and noiseless	W
walks across and returns	W
I was mistaken 'twas but a giant bough	U
Stirred by the autumn wind Politian	I
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Pol My Lalage my love why art thou moved	I
Why dost thou turn so pale Not Conscience self	I
Far less a shadow which thou likenest to it	I
Should shake the firm spirit thus But the night wind	I
Is chilly and these melancholy boughs	W
Throw over all things a gloom	I
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Lal Politian	I
Thou speakest to me of love Knowest thou the land	I
With which all tongues are busy a land new found	I
Miraculously found by one of Genoa	I
A thousand leagues within the golden west	I
A fairy land of flowers and fruit and sunshine	I
And crystal lakes and over arching forests	W
And mountains around whose towering summits the winds	W
Of Heaven untrammelled flow which air to breathe	E3
Is Happiness now and will be Freedom hereafter	X
In days that are to come	U
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Pol Oh wilt thou wilt thou	U
Fly to that Paradise my Lalage wilt thou	U
Fly thither with me There Care shall be forgotten	I
And Sorrow shall be no more and Eros be all	Z
And life shall then be mine for I will live	I
For thee and in thine eyes and thou shalt be	I
No more a mourner but the radiant Joys	W
Shall wait upon thee and the angel Hope	S2
Attend thee ever and I will kneel to thee	I
And worship thee and call thee my beloved	I
My own my beautiful my love my wife	I
My all oh wilt thou wilt thou Lalage	Y
Fly thither with me	I
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Lal A deed is to be done	I
Castiglione lives	W
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Pol And he shall die	I
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Exit	I
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Lal	Z
after a pause And he shall die alas	W
Castiglione die Who spoke the words	W
Where am I what was it he said Politian	I
Thou art not gone thou art not gone Politian	I
I feel thou art not gone yet dare not look	P2
Lest I behold thee not thou couldst not go	I
With those words upon thy lips oh speak to me	I
And let me hear thy voice one word one word	I
To say thou art not gone one little sentence	W
To say how thou dost scorn how thou dost hate	I
My womanly weakness Ha ha thou art not gone	I
Oh speak to me I knew thou wouldst not go	I
I knew thou wouldst not couldst not durst not go	I
Villain thou art not gone thou mockest me	I
And thus I clutch thee thus He is gone he is gone	I
Gone gone Where am I 'tis well 'tis very well	Z
So that the blade be keen the blow be sure	X
'Tis well 'tis very well alas alas	W
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The Suburbs POLITIAN alone	I
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Politian This weakness grows upon me I am fain	I
And much I fear me ill it will not do	I
To die ere I have lived Stay stay thy hand	I
O Azrael yet awhile Prince of the Powers	W
Of Darkness and the Tomb oh pity me	I
Oh pity me let me not perish now	I
In the budding of my Paradisal Hope	S2
Give me to live yet yet a little while	Z
'Tis I who pray for life I who so late	I
Demanded but to die What sayeth the Count	I
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Enter Baldazzar	X
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Baldazzar That knowing no cause of quarrel or of feud	I
Between the Earl Politian and himself	I
He doth decline your cartel	Z
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Pol What didst thou say	W
What answer was it you brought me good Baldazzar	X
With what excessive fragrance the zephyr comes	W
Laden from yonder bowers a fairer day	W
Or one more worthy Italy methinks	W
No mortal eyes have seen what said the Count	I
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Bal That he Castiglione not being aware	X
Of any feud existing or any cause	W
Of quarrel between your lordship and himself	I
Cannot accept the challenge	Y
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Pol It is most true	X
All this is very true When saw you sir	X
When saw you now Baldazzar in the frigid	I
Ungenial Britain which we left so lately	I
A heaven so calm as this so utterly free	I
From the evil taint of clouds and he did say	W
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Bal No more my lord than I have told you	X
The Count Castiglione will not fight	I
Having no cause for quarrel	Z
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Pol Now this is true	X
All very true Thou art my friend Baldazzar	X
And I have not forgotten it thou'lt do me	I
A piece of service wilt thou go back and say	W
Unto this man that I the Earl of Leicester	X
Hold him a villain thus much I pr'ythee say	W
Unto the Count it is exceeding just	I
He should have cause for quarrel	Z
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Bal My lord my friend	I
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Pol aside 'Tis he he comes himself	I
aloud Thou reasonest well	Z
I know what thou wouldst say not send the message	Y
Well I will think of it I will not send it	I
Now pr'ythee leave me hither doth come a person	I
With whom affairs of a most private nature	X
I would adjust	I
	-
Bal I go to morrow we meet	I
Do we not at the Vatican	I
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Pol At the Vatican	I
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Exit Bal	Z
	-
Enter Castiglione	I
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Cas The Earl of Leicester here	X
	-
Pol I am the Earl of Leicester and thou seest	I
Dost thou not that I am here	X
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Cas My lord some strange	Y
Some singular mistake misunderstanding	D
Hath without doubt arisen thou hast been urged	I
Thereby in heat of anger to address	W
Some words most unaccountable in writing	D
To me Castiglione the bearer being	D
Baldazzar Duke of Surrey I am aware	X
Of nothing which might warrant thee in this thing	D
Having given thee no offence Ha am I right	I
'Twas a mistake undoubtedly we all	Z
Do err at times	W
	-
Pol Draw villain and prate no more	X
	-
Cas Ha draw and villain have at thee then at once	W
Proud Earl	Z
Draws	W
	-
Pol	Z
drawing Thus to the expiatory tomb	I
Untimely sepulchre I do devote thee	I
In the name of Lalage	Y
	-
Cas letting fall his sword and recoiling to the extremity of the	I
stage	Y
Of Lalage	Y
Hold off thy sacred hand avaunt I say	W
Avaunt I will not fight thee indeed I dare not	I
	-
Pol Thou wilt not fight with me didst say Sir Count	I
Shall I be baffled thus now this is well	Z
Didst say thou darest not Ha	U2
	-
Cas I dare not dare not	I
Hold off thy hand with that beloved name	I
So fresh upon thy lips I will not fight thee	I
I cannot dare not	I
	-
Pol Now by my halidom	I
I do believe thee coward I do believe thee	I
	-
Cas Ha coward this may not be	I
clutches his sword and staggers towards Politian but his purpose is	W
changed before reaching him and he falls upon hia knee at the feet of	I
the Earl	Z
Alas my lord	I
It is it is most true In such a cause	W
I am the veriest coward Oh pity me	I
	-
Pol	Z
greatly softened Alas I do indeed I pity thee	I
	-
Cas And Lalage	Y
	-
Pol Scoundrel arise and die	I
	-
Cas It needeth not be thus thus Oh let me die	I
Thus on my bended knee It were most fitting	D
That in this deep humiliation I perish	N2
For in the fight I will not raise a hand	I
Against thee Earl of Leicester Strike thou home	I
baring his bosom	I
Here is no let or hindrance to thy weapon	I
Strike home I will not fight thee	I
	-
Pol Now's Death and Hell	Z
Am I not am I not sorely grievously tempted	I
To take thee at thy word But mark me sir	X
Think not to fly me thus Do thou prepare	X
For public insult in the streets before	X
The eyes of the citizens I'll follow thee	I
Like an avenging spirit I'll follow thee	I
Even unto death Before those whom thou lovest	I
Before all Rome I'll taunt thee villain I'll taunt	I
thee	I
Dost hear with cowardice thou wilt not fight me	I
Thou liest thou shalt	I
	-
Exit	I
	-
Cas Now this indeed is just	I
Most righteous and most just avenging Heaven	I
	-
Duke Why do you laugh	I
	-
Castiglione Indeed	I
I hardly know myself Stay Was it not	I
On yesterday we were speaking of the Earl	Z
Of the Earl Politian Yes it was yesterday	I
Alessandra you and I you must remember	X
We were walking in the garden	I
	-
Duke Perfectly	I
I do remember it what of it what then	I
	-
Cas O nothing nothing at all	Z
	-
Duke Nothing at all	Z
It is most singular that you should laugh	I
At nothing at all	Z
	-
Cas Most singular singular	X
	-
Duke Look yon Castiglione be so kind	I
As tell me sir at once what 'tis you mean	I
What are you talking of	I
	-
Cas Was it not so	W
We differed in opinion touching him	I
	-
Duke Him Whom	I
	-
Cas Why sir the Earl Politian	I
	-
Duke The Earl of Leicester Yes is it he you mean	I
We differed indeed If I now recollect	I
The words you used were that the Earl you knew	I
Was neither learned nor mirthful	Z
	-
Cas Ha ha now did I	I
	-
Duke That did you sir and well I knew at the time	I
You were wrong it being not the character	X
Of the Earl whom all the world allows to be	I
A most hilarious man Be not my son	I
Too positive again	I
	-
Cas 'Tis singular	X
Most singular I could not think it possible	Z
So little time could so much alter one	I
To say the truth about an hour ago	W
As I was walking with the Count San Ozzo	W
All arm in arm we met this very man	I
The Earl he with his friend Baldazzar	X
Having just arrived in Rome Ha ha he is altered	I
Such an account he gave me of his journey	I
'Twould have made you die with laughter such tales he	I
told	I
Of his caprices and his merry freaks	W
Along the road such oddity such humor	X
Such wit such whim such flashes of wild merriment	I
Set off too in such full relief by the grave	I
Demeanor of his friend who to speak the truth	F3
Was gravity itself	I
	-
Duke Did I not tell you	I
	-
Cas You did and yet 'tis strange but true as strange	Y
How much I was mistaken I always thought	I
The Earl a gloomy man	I
	-
Duke So so you see	I
Be not too positive Whom have we here	X
It cannot be the Earl	Z
	-
Cas The Earl Oh no	W
Tis not the Earl but yet it is and leaning	D
Upon his friend Baldazzar Ah welcome sir	X
Enter Politian and Baldazzar	X
My lord a second welcome let me give you	I
To Rome his Grace the Duke of Broglio	Z
Father this is the Earl Politian Earl	Z
Of Leicester in Great Britain	I
Politian bows haughtily	Z
That his friend	I
Baldazzar Duke of Surrey The Earl has letters	W
So please you for Your Grace	W
	-
Duke Ha ha Most welcome	I
To Rome and to our palace Earl Politian	I
And you most noble Duke I am glad to see you	I
I knew your father well my Lord Politian	I
Castiglione call your cousin hither	X
And let me make the noble Earl acquainted	I
With your betrothed You come sir at a time	I
Most seasonable The wedding	D
	-
Politian Touching those letters sir	X
Your son made mention of your son is he not	I
Touching those letters sir I wot not of them	I
If such there be my friend Baldazzar here	X
Baldazzar ah my friend Baldazzar here	X
Will hand them to Your Grace I would retire	X
	-
Duke Retire so soon	I
	-
Cas What ho Benito Rupert	I
His lordship's chambers show his lordship to them	I
His lordship is unwell	Z
	-
Enter Benito	W
	-
Ben This way my lord	I
	-
Exit followed by Politian	I
	-
Duke Retire Unwell	Z
	-
Bal So please you sir I fear me	Z
'Tis as you say his lordship is unwell	Z
The damp air of the evening the fatigue	G3
Of a long journey the indeed I had better	X
Follow his lordship He must be unwell	Z
I will return anon	I
	-
Duke Return anon	I
Now this is very strange Castiglione	I
This way my son I wish to speak with thee	I
You surely were mistaken in what you said	I
Of the Earl mirthful indeed which of us said	I
Politian was a melancholy man	I
	-
Exeunt	I

Edgar Allan Poe

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