ALEXANDER.
Good son and enviable righteousness
To kiss this face in filial piety.
There, there, you must forget him!
[Gaspare Poto approaches.
Poto,
You pull my skirts.
POTO.
Come quick. A waterman....
ALEXANDER.
[Steadying himself against Vanozza.
Then tell me, Poto.... Let me know from you.
[He moans.