Of Heaven untrammelled flow-which air to breathe Pol. Oh, wilt thou-wilt thou Fly to that Paradise-my Lalage, wilt thou Fly thither with me? There Care shall be forgotten, 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? Το say how thou dost scorn-how thou dost hate My womanly weakness. Ha! ha! thou art not gone— Oh, 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. faint, And much I fear me ill-it will not do To die ere I have lived!-Stay-stay thy hand, Enter BALDAZZAR. I am 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? Of quarrel between your lordship and himself, Pol. It is most true All this is very true. When saw you, sir, When saw you now, Baldazzar, in the frigid Pol. Now this is true All very true. Thou art my friend, Baldazzar, He should have cause for quarrel. Bal. My lord!—my friend! Pol. (aside). 'Tis he-he comes himself! (Aloud.) Thou reasonest well. I know what thou wouldst say-not send the mes sage Well!—I will think of it—I will not send it. Now prythee, leave me-hither doth come a person With whom affairs of a most private nature I would adjust. Bal. I go-to-morrow we meet, Do we not?-at the Vatican. Pol. At the Vatican. (Exit BAL.) Enter CASTIGLIONE. Cas. The Earl of Leicester here! Pol. I am the Earl of Leicester, and thou seest, Dost thou not, that I am here? Cas. My lord, some strange, Some singular mistake-misunderstanding— Hath without doubt arisen: thou hast been urged Thereby, in heat of anger, to address Some words most unaccountable, in writing, To me, Castiglione; the bearer being Baldazzar, Duke of Surrey. I am aware Of nothing which might warrant thee in this thing, Having given thee no offence. Ha!—am I right? 'Twas a mistake?—undoubtedly—we all Do err at times. Pol. Draw, villain, and prate no more! Cas. Ha!-draw?—and villain? have at thee then at once, Proud Earl! (Draws.) Pol. (drawing). Thus to the expiatory tomb, Untimely sepulchre, I do devote thee In the name of Lalage! Cas. (letting fall his sword and recoiling to the extremity of the stage.) Of Lalage! Hold off-thy sacred hand!—avaunt, I say! Count? Shall I be baffled thus ?-now this is well; Didst say thou darest not? VOL. IV. Ha! Ꮓ Cas. I dare not-dare not Hold off thy hand-with that beloved name Pol. Now by my halidom I do believe thee !-coward, I do believe thee! (Clutches his sword and staggers towards Poli- It is-it is-most true. Alas! my lord, In such a cause I am the veriest coward. Pol. (greatly softened). pity thee. Cas. And Lalage Oh pity me! Alas! I do indeed I Pol. Scoundrel !—arise and die! Cas. It needeth not be-thus-thus-Oh let me die Thus on my bended knee. It were most fitting That in this deep humiliation I perish. For in the fight I will not raise a hand Against thee, Earl of Leicester. Strike thou home— (Baring his bosom.) Here is no let or hindrance to thy weapon Strike home. I will not fight thee. Pol. Now 's Death and Hell! sir : Am I not—am I not sorely-grievously tempted |