Baldazzar. 'Tis hush'd and all is still!
Politian. All is not still.
Baldazzar. Let us go down.
Politian. Go down, Baldazzar! go!
Baldazzar. The hour is growing late—the Duke awaits us,—
Thy presence is expected in the hall
Below. What ails thee, Earl Politian?
Voice (distinctly.)
Who hath loved thee so long,
In wealth and wo among,
And is thy heart so strong?
Say nay!—say nay!
Baldazzar. 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!
Politian. Remember? I do. Lead on! I do remember. (going.)
Let us descend. Baldazzar! Oh 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.
Baldazzar. 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!