The Complete Poetry. Эдгар Аллан По

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СКАЧАТЬ the parts unpublished, the following fragment from the first scene of Act II. may be offered. The Duke, it should be premised, is uncle to Alessandra, and father of Castiglione her betrothed.

Duke	Why do you laugh?
Castiglione	Indeed. I hardly know myself. Stay! Was it not On yesterday we were speaking of the Earl? Of the Earl Politian? Yes! it was yesterday. Alessandra, you and I, you must remember! We were walking in the garden.
Duke	Perfectly. I do remember it—what of it—what then?
Castiglione	O nothing—nothing at all.
Duke	Nothing at all! It is most singular that you should laugh At nothing at all!
Castiglione	Most singular—singular!
Duke	Look yon, Castiglione, be so kind As tell me, sir, at once what 'tis you mean. What are you talking of?
Castiglione	Was it not so? We differed in opinion touching him.
Duke	Him!—Whom?
Castiglione	Why, sir, the Earl Politian.
Duke	The Earl of Leicester! Yes!—is it he you mean? We differed, indeed. If I now recollect The words you used were that the Earl you knew Was neither learned nor mirthful.
Castiglione	Ha! ha!—now did I?
Duke	That did you, sir, and well I knew at the time You were wrong, it being not the character Of the Earl—whom all the world allows to be A most hilarious man. Be not, my son, Too positive again.
Castiglione	'Tis singular! Most singular! I could not think it possible So little time could so much alter one! To say the truth about an hour ago, As I was walking with the Count San Ozzo, All arm in arm, we met this very man The Earl—he, with his friend Baldazzar, Having just arrived in Rome. Ha! ha! he is altered! Such an account he gave me of his journey! 'Twould have made you die with laughter—such tales he told Of his caprices and his merry freaks Along the road—such oddity—such humor— Such wit—such whim—such flashes of wild merriment Set off too in such full relief by the grave Demeanor of his friend—who, to speak the truth Was gravity itself—
Duke	Did I not tell you?
Castiglione	You did—and yet 'tis strange! but true, as strange, How much I was mistaken! I always thought The Earl a gloomy man.
Duke	So, so, you see! Be not too positive. Whom have we here? It cannot be the Earl?
Castiglione	The Earl! Oh no! Tis not the Earl—but yet it is—and leaning Upon his friend Baldazzar. Ah! welcome, sir! [Enter Politian and Baldazzar.] My lord, a second welcome let me give you To Rome—his Grace the Duke of Broglio. Father! this is the Earl Politian, Earl Of Leicester in Great Britain. [Politian bows haughtily.] That, his friend Baldazzar, Duke of Surrey. The Earl has letters, So please you, for Your Grace.
Duke	Ha! ha! Most welcome To Rome and to our palace, Earl Politian! And you, most noble Duke! I am glad to see you! I knew your father well, my Lord Politian. Castiglione! call your cousin hither, And let me make the noble Earl acquainted With your betrothed. You come, sir, at a time Most seasonable. The wedding—
Politian	Touching those letters, sir, Your son made mention of—your son, is he not?— Touching those letters, sir, I wot not of them. If such there be, my friend Baldazzar here— Baldazzar! ah!—my friend Baldazzar here Will hand them to Your Grace. I would retire.
Duke	Retire!—so soon?
Castiglione	What ho! Benito! Rupert! His lordship's chambers—show his lordship to them! His lordship is unwell.
	[Enter Benito]
Benito	This way, my lord!
	[Exit, followed by Politian.]
Duke	Retire! Unwell!
Baldazzar	So please you, sir. I fear me 'Tis as you say—his lordship is unwell. The damp air of the evening—the fatigue Of a long journey—the—indeed I had better Follow his lordship. He must be unwell. I will return anon.
Duke	Return anon! Now this is very strange! Castiglione! This way, my son, I wish to speak with thee. You surely were mistaken in what you said Of the Earl, mirthful, indeed!—which of us said Politian was a melancholy man?
	[Exeunt.]

      Poems of Youth

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Table of Contents

       Introduction (1831)

       To Science

       Al Aaraaf

       Tamerlane

       To Helen

       The Valley of Unrest

       Israfel

       To —— ("I heed not that my earthly lot")

       To —— ("The Bowers whereat, in dreams, I see")

       To the River

       Song

       Spirits of the Dead

       A Dream

       Romance СКАЧАТЬ