Late hours and wine, Castiglione, -- these Will ruin thee!
After all, There 's Ugo says the ring is only paste, For he 's sure the Count Castiglione never Would have given a real diamond to such as you; And at the best I'm certain, Madam, you cannot Have use for jewels now.
Thou hast no end to gain -- no heart to break -- Castiglione lied who said he loved -- Thou true -- he false!
The singer is undoubtedly beneath The roof of his Excellency -- and perhaps Is even that Alessandra of whom he spoke As the betrothed of Castiglione, His son and heir.
That he, Castiglione' not being aware Of any feud existing, or any cause Of quarrel between your lordship and himself, Cannot accept the challenge.
No more, my lord, than I have told you, sir: The Count Castiglione will not fight, Having no cause for quarrel.
My lord, some strange, Some singular mistake -- misunderstanding -- Hath without doubt arisen: thou hast been urged Thereby, in heat of anger, to address Some words most unaccountable, in writing, To me, Castiglione; the bearer being Baldazzar, Duke of Surrey.
The Duke, it should be premised, is uncle to Alessandra, and father of Castiglione her betrothed.
Look you, Castiglione, be so kind As tell me, sir, at once what 'tis you mean.
Castiglione! call your cousin hither, And let me make the noble Earl acquainted With your betrothed.
Castiglione! This way, my son, I wish to speak with thee.