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- Arise together, Lalage, and roam The starry and quiet dwellings of the blest, LALAGE. And then perchance Why dost thou pause, Politian? POLITIAN. And still together-together. Thou lovest me, and in my heart of hearts I feel thou lovest me truly. POLITIAN. And lovest thou me ? LALAGE. Now, Earl of Leicester ! Oh, Lalage! [Throwing himself upon his knee. Hist! hush! within the gloom Of yonder trees methought a figure pass'd A spectral figure, solemn, and slow, and noiseless Like the grim shadow Conscience, solemn and noiseless. I was mistaken-'twas but a giant bough Stirred by the autumn wind. Politian! [Walks across and returns. POLITIAN. My Lalage-my love! why art thou moved? Why dost thou turn so pale? Not Conscience' self, 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? POLITIAN. O, wilt thou-wilt thou Fly to that Paradise-my Lalage, wilt thou Fly thither with me? There Care shall be forgotten, LALAGE. Castiglione lives! POLITIAN. A deed is to be done And he shall die! LALAGE [after a pause]. And-he-shall-die !- [Exit. -alas! Lest I behold thee not; thou couldst not go To 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! |