But let us not, whilst we attend to one subject, forget another. It is high time, Emilia. Go!
APPIANI.
Go! Why?
CLAUDIA.
Surely, my lord, you would not lead her to the altar in her present attire.
APPIANI.
In truth, I was not, till you spoke, aware of that. Who can behold Emilia, and take heed of her dress? Yet why should I not lead her to the altar thus?
EMILIA.
No, dear Count, not exactly thus; yet in a dress not much more gay. In a moment I shall be ready. I do not mean to wear those costly jewels, which were the last present of your prodigal generosity, no, nor anything suited to such jewels. Oh, I could quarrel with those jewels were they not your present--for thrice I've dreamt----