Wild words, the which he ended, saying then:
“Not such am I as you profess to be;
But had you common-sense, no piety,
You might perceive a farce, if not a fault:
A broad church yours will be then, when your mate,
Attracting toward the stage by charms you lack,
Will draw the sinner, while you draw the saint.”
XXIX.
Struck blind, I scarcely could have felt more stunn’d.
Was this the truth? An actress would she be?