They speak of him
As of one who entered madly into life,
Drinking the cup of pleasure to the dregs.
CASTIGLIONE
Ridiculous! Now I have seen Politian
And know him well- nor learned nor he.
He is a dreamer, and a man shut out
From common passions.
DI BROGLIO
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)
II
ROME- A Lady's apartment, with a window open and looking into a
garden. LALAGE, in deep mourning, reading at a table on which lie
some books and a hand mirror. In the background JACINTA (a servant
maid) leans carelessly upon a chair.
LALAGE.
Jacinta, is it thou?
JACINTA (pertly)
Yes, ma'am, I'm here.
LALAGE.
I did not know, Jacinta, you were in waiting.
Sit down!- Let not my presence trouble you-
Sit down!- for I am humble, most humble.
JACINTA (aside)
'Tis time.
(JACINTA seats herself in a side-long manner upon the chair,
resting her elbows upon the back, and regarding her mistress
with a contemptuous look.
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