Oh! oh! oh!" "I do pity you, Bella.

When you cry like this, my heart bleeds." "I'll try not to cry, papa.

Oh! oh!" "But most of all, I pity your infatuation, your blindness.

Poor, innocent dove, that looks at others by the light of her own goodness, and so sees all manner of virtues in a brazen hussy.

Now answer me one plain question.