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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe – Volume 5
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Cas. Did I sign?
I was not conscious of it. It is a fashion,
A silly – a most silly fashion I have
When I am very happy. Did I sigh? (sighing.)
Aless. Thou didst. Thou art not well. Thou hast indulged
Too much of late, and I am vexed to see it.
Late hours and wine, Castiglione, – these
Will ruin thee! thou art already altered —
Thy looks are haggard – nothing so wears away
The constitution as late hours and wine.
Cas. (musing.) Nothing, fair cousin, nothing – not even deep
sorrow —
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. (startling.) 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 grey in fame. I have not seen him,
But Rumour 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 all philosophy
So deep abstruse he has not mastered it.
Learned as few are learned.
Aless. ‘Tis very strange!
I have known men have seen Politian
And sought his company. They speak of him
As of one who entered madly into life,
Drinking the cup of pleasure to the dregs.
Cas. Ridiculous! Now I have seen Politian
And know him well – nor learned nor mirthful he.
He is a dreamer and a man shut out
From common passions.
Di Brog. Children, we disagree.
Let us go forth and taste the fragrant air
Of the garden. Did I dream, or did I hear
Politian was a melancholy man? (exeunt.)
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