'Tis strange!—'t is 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

LALAGE.

And dost thou speak of love

To me, Politian ?-dost thou speak of love

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