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Enter Baldazzar. Baldazzar. That knowing no cause of quarrel or of

feud Between the Earl Politian and himself, He doth decline your cartel.

Pol. What didst thou say?
What answer was it you brought me, good Baldazzar?
With what excessive fragrance the zephyr comes
Laden from yonder bowers !- a fairer day,
Or one more worthy Italy, methinks
No mortal eyes have seen ! — what said the Count?

Bal. That he, Castiglione, not being aware
Of any feud existing, or any cause
Of quarrel between your lordship and himself,
Cannot accept the challenge.

Pol. It is most true
All this is very true.

When saw you, sir,
When saw you now, Baldazzar, in the frigid
Ungenial Britain which we left so lately,
A heaven so calm as this — so utterly free
From the evil taint of clouds ? -- and he did say ?

Bal. No more, my lord, than I have told you, sir :
The Count Castiglione will not fight,
Having no cause or quarrel.

Pol. Now this is true
All very true. Thou art my friend, Baldazzar,
And I have not forgotten it- thou 'lt do me
A piece of service ; wilt thou go back and say

Unto this man, that I, the Earl of Leicester,
Hold him a villain ? - thus much, I prythee, say
Unto the Count - it is exceeding just
He should have cause for quarrel.
Bal. My lord ! — my

friend Fol. (aside). 'Tis he- he comes himself! (Aloud.)

Thou reasonest well.
I know what thou wouldst say

not send the message Well! — I will think of it - I will not send it. Now prithee, leave me

- hither doth come a person
With whom affairs of a most private nature
I would adjust.
Bal. I go

to-morrow we meet,
Do we not? at the Vatican.
Pol. At the Vatican.

(Exit Bal.)

Enter Castiglione. Cas. The Earl of Leicester here !

Pol. I am the Earl of Leicester, and thou seest,
Dost thou not ? that I am here.

Cas. My lord, some strange,
Some singular mistake - misunderstanding -
Hath without doubt arisen: thou hast been urged
Thereby, in heat of anger, to address
Some words most unaccountable, in writing,
To me, Castiglione; the bearer being
Baldazzar, Duke of Surrey. I am aware
Of nothing which might warrant thee in this thing,

Having given thee no offence. Ha!-- am I right?
'Twas a mistake? — unaloubtedly — we all
Do err at times

Pol. Draw, villain, and prate no more !
Cas. Ha!- draw ! and villain ! have at thee then

at once,

Proud Earl ! (Draws.)

Pol (drawing). Thus to the expiatory tomb,
Untimely sepulchre, I do devote thee
In the name of Lalage !
Cas. (letting fall his sword and recoiling to the extremity

of the stage).
Of Lalage !
Hold off — thy sacred hand ! - avaunt I say!
Avaunt - I will not fight thee. indeed I dare not.

Pol. Thou wilt not fight with me didst say, Sir Count?
Shall I be baffled thus ? — now this is well ;
Didst say thou darest not? Ha!

Cas. I dare not dare not
Hold off thy hand with that beloved name
So fresh upon thy lips I will not fight thee
I cannot dare not.

Pol. Now by my halidom
I do believe thee! — coward, I do believe thee !

Cas. Ha! — coward ! this may not be !
(Clutches his sword, and staggers towards Politian, but

his purpose is changed before reaching him, and he
falls upon his knee at the feet of the Earl.)


Alas! my lord,
It is - it is — most true. In such a cause
I am the veriest coward. O pity me !

Pol. (greatly softened). Alas!—I do — indeed I pity
Cas. And Lalage -
Fol. Scoundrel ! - arise and die !

Cas. It needeth not be - thus - thus - O let me die Thus on my bended knee. It were most fitting That in this deep humiliation I perish. For in the fight I will not raise a hand Against thee, Earl of Leicester. Strike thou home

(baring his bosom). Here is no let or hinderance to thy weapon Strike home. I will not fight thee.

Fol. Now s'Death and Hell ! Am I not — am I not sorely – grievously tempted To take thee at thy word ? But mark me, sir : Think not to fly me thus. Do thou prepare For public insult in the streets - before The eyes of the citizens. I'll follow thee Like an avenging spirit I'll follow thee Even unto deaih. Before those whoin thou lovest Before all Rome I'll taunt thee, villain -I'll taunt thee, Dost hear? with cowardice thou wilt not fight me? Thou liest! thou shalt !

(Exit.) Cas. Now this indeed is just ! Most righteous, and most just, avenging Heaven.



CIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art !

Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,

Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,

Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing ? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?

And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star?

Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

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* Private reasons — some of which have reference to the sin of plagiarism, and others to the date of Tennyson's first poems — have induced me, after some hesitation, to rcpublish these, the crude compositions of my carliest boyhood. They are printed verbatim, without alteration from the original edition, the date of which is too remote to be judiciously acknowledged.

E. A. P.

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