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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
In wealth and woe among,
(
distinctly)
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
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