30 Lucio.
[I would not]—though ’tis my familiar sin
With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest,
Tongue far from heart—play with all virgins so:
I hold you as a thing ensky’d and sainted;
35 By your renouncement, an immortal spirit;
And to be talk’d with in sincerity,
As with a saint.
Isab. You do blaspheme the good in mocking me.