Robert Browning (1812–1889). A Blot in the ’Scutcheon.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Act III Scene II
And pray that Heaven may shed its light upon you.
If any come to see me, say I’m gone
To share my alms among the prisoners.
Before you speak, pray take this handkerchief.
Endure to look on. Things like that offend
Our souls, and fill our minds with sinful thoughts.
And has the flesh such power upon your senses?
I don’t know how you get in such a heat;
For my part, I am not so prone to lust,
And I could see you stripped from head to foot,
And all your hide not tempt me in the least.
Tartuffe Show in your speech some little modesty,
Or I must instantly take leave of you.
One thing to say: Madam will soon be down,
And begs the favour of a word with you.
My faith, I still believe I’ve hit upon it.
Yes, here she is herself; I’ll leave you with her.