I’ll stake my soul upon her innocence!
Bar. Thy stake is small—in that thou showest wisdom.
Thou shouldst be an unerring judge of guilt.
But as to innocence—leave innocence
To those who know the meaning of the word.
Lisa. Rail on at me—I heed a mocking tongue
As little as I heed a winter’s wind;
For misery hath hardened me to both.
But bow thy head, and stop thy shameless tongue,
When others speak of that pure angel heart,