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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe – Volume 5
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In wealth and woe among?
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus?
Say nay – say nay!”
Bal. The song is English, and I oft have heard it
In merry England – never so plaintively —
Hist! hist! it comes again!
Voice “Is it so strong
(more loudly) As for to leave me thus
Who hath loved thee so long
In wealth and woe among?
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus?
Say nay – say nay!”
Bal. ‘Tis hushed and all is still!
Pol. All is not still!
Bal. Let us go down.
Pol. Go down, Baldazzar, go!
Bal. The hour is growing late – the Duke awaits use —
Thy presence is expected in the hall
Below. What ails thee, Earl Politian?
Voice “Who hath loved thee so long
(distinctly) In wealth and woe among,
And is thy heart so strong?
Say nay – say nay!”
Bal. Let us descend! – ‘tis time. Politian, give
These fancies to the wind. Remember, pray,
Your bearing lately savored much of rudeness
Unto the Duke. Arouse thee! and remember
Pol. Remember? I do. Lead on! I do remember.
(going.)
Let us descend. 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! 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.
Not mother, with her first-born on her knee,
Thrills with intenser love than I for thee.
Not on God’s altar, in any time or clime,
Burned there a holier fire than burneth now
Within my spirit for thee. And do I love? (arising.)
Even for thy woes I love thee – even for thy woes-
Thy beauty and thy woes.
Lal. Alas, proud Earl,
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus?
Say nay – say nay!”
Bal. The song is English, and I oft have heard it
In merry England – never so plaintively —
Hist! hist! it comes again!
Voice “Is it so strong
(more loudly) As for to leave me thus
Who hath loved thee so long
In wealth and woe among?
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus?
Say nay – say nay!”
Bal. ‘Tis hushed and all is still!
Pol. All is not still!
Bal. Let us go down.
Pol. Go down, Baldazzar, go!
Bal. The hour is growing late – the Duke awaits use —
Thy presence is expected in the hall
Below. What ails thee, Earl Politian?
Voice “Who hath loved thee so long
(distinctly) In wealth and woe among,
And is thy heart so strong?
Say nay – say nay!”
Bal. Let us descend! – ‘tis time. Politian, give
These fancies to the wind. Remember, pray,
Your bearing lately savored much of rudeness
Unto the Duke. Arouse thee! and remember
Pol. Remember? I do. Lead on! I do remember.
(going.)
Let us descend. 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! 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.
Not mother, with her first-born on her knee,
Thrills with intenser love than I for thee.
Not on God’s altar, in any time or clime,
Burned there a holier fire than burneth now
Within my spirit for thee. And do I love? (arising.)
Even for thy woes I love thee – even for thy woes-
Thy beauty and thy woes.
Lal. Alas, proud Earl,
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