You needn't explain that—
COX.
I say, to a gentleman connected with the Hatting interest. No, my family solicitor discovered that my great grandfather had been a Venetian Count, or a Margrave, or a Hargrave, or a something of that sort, and that therefore my proper title was Count Cox The Landgrave.
The Landgrave—you might as well be a tombstone at once.
COX.
I am serious. I have come over to mix pleasure with business, and to offer to Penelope Anne the hand of The Landgrave, or of the Venetian Count. So yield to the aristocracy; and, Printer, withdraw.
BOX.
Excuse me, Cox, but since our parting I have discovered that in my veins flows the blue blood of the Hidalgos—
COX.