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Wears it away like evil hours and wine.
I will amend.
⁠Aless. Do it! I would have thee drop
Thy riotous company, too—fellows low born—
Ill suit the like with 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!
⁠Cas. (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!