ll suit the like of old Di Broglio's heir
And Alessandra's husband.

_Cas_. I will drop them.

_Aless_. Thou wilt--thou must. Attend thou also more
To thy dress and equipage--they are over plain
For thy lofty rank and fashion--much depends
Upon appearances.

_Cas_. I'll see to it.

_Aless_. Then see to it!--pay more attention, sir,
To a becoming carriage--much thou wantest
In dignity.

_Cas_. Much, much, oh, much I want
In proper dignity.

_Aless.
(haughtily_). Thou mockest me, sir!

_Cos.
(abstractedly_). Sweet, gentle Lalage!

_Aless_. Heard I aright?
I speak to him--he speaks of Lalage?
Sir Count!
(_places her hand on his shoulder_)
what art thou dreaming?
He's not well!
What ails thee, sir?

_Cas.(starting_). Cousin! fair cousin!--madam!
I crave thy pardon--indeed I am not well--
Your hand from off my shoulder, if you please.
This air is most oppressive!--Madam--the Duke!

_Enter Di Broglio_.

_Di Broglio_. My son, I've news for thee!--hey!
--what's the matter?
(_observing Alessandra_).
I' the pouts? Kiss her, Castiglione! kiss her,
You dog! and make it up, I say, this minute!
I've news for you both. Politian is expected
Hourly in Rome--Politian, Earl of Leicester!
We'll have him at the wedding. 'Tis his first visit
To the imperial city.

_Aless_. What! Politian
Of Britain, Earl of Leicester?

_Di Brog_. The same, my love.
We'll have him at the wedding. A man quite young
In years, but gray in fame. I have not seen him,
But Rumor speaks of him as of a prodigy
Pre-eminent in arts, and arms, and wealth,
And high descent. We'll have him at the wedding.

_Aless_. I have heard much of this Politian.
Gay, volatile and giddy--is he not,
And little given to thinking?

_Di Brog_. Far from it, love.
No branch, they say, of a