But in much reverenc’d Pictures— [Rises and bows.
L. Lam. Is’t not a lovely thing?
Lov. There’s such Divinity i’ th’ very Form on’t,
Had I been conscious I’d been near the Temple,
Where this bright Relick of the glorious Martyr
Had been enshrin’d, ’t had spoil’d my soft Devotion.
—’Tis Sacrilege to dally where it is;
A rude, a saucy Treason to approach it
With an unbended Knee: for Heav’ns sake, Madam,
Let us not be profane in our Delights,