Except mortify your pride.
John.
[Impatiently.] What has pride got to do with it?
Sylvia.
There was pride in every word you said. Are you sure it’s not pride of intellect that’s responsible for your change of heart?
John.
[Icily.] Perhaps. How do you suggest I should mortify it?
Sylvia.
Well, you see, you can confess your error.
John.