No More Learning

Believe me I would give,
Freely would give the broad lands of my earldom
To look upon the face hidden by yon lattice--
"To gaze upon that veiled face, and hear
Once more that silent tongue. "

Bal. Let me beg you, sir,
Descend with me--the Duke may be offended.
Let us go down, I pray you.

(Voice loudly) Say nay! --say nay!

Pol. (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!