Parody on the Balcony Scene Act 2sc.ii-
But soft what light through yonder window breaks…
Medusa! your hair is all a-tumble, Fie!
Had you wash’d and tied your hair as before
My love would have grown wings at mere mention
Of your name and fallen at feet, a fool
Faint for love,- Oh Medusa strange is your head
(More terror I have never felt till now -)
How strange that your tresses breathe pestilence,
Are they horrid vipers dining on lice?
Tell me but wait! I feel, Oh something strange
Your eyes pierce with their laser points
And it is not honey your serpent tongue drips:
Ay me! With venom ting’d I’m all aflutter
My heart winds down and the throat closes in.
I am not a fool for love Oh Medusa
I am stone dead and am consign’d to hellfire!
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