No More Learning
(letting fall his sword and
recoiling
to the extremity of the
stage)
Of Lalage!
Edgar Allen Poe
--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!
Avaunt--I will not fight thee--indeed I dare not.
Pol.
Thou wilt not fight with me didst say, Sir Count?
Shall I be baffled thus?
--now this is well;
Didst say thou darest not?
Ha!
Cas.
I dare not--dare not--
Hold off thy hand--with that beloved name
So fresh upon thy lips I will not fight thee--
I cannot--dare not.
Pol.
Now by my halidom
I do believe thee!
--coward, I do believe thee!
Cas.
Ha!
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