No More Learning

(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.