(places her hand on his shoulder) what art thou
dreaming?
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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?
