I entreat you to condescend a little, and be a man, and forget it all.
When Homer describes the battle of the gods and noble men fighting with giants and dragons, they represent under this image our struggles with the delusions of our passions.

You have exalted me, an unhappy girl, to the skies; you have called me a saint, and portrayed in your imagination an angel in human form.

Let her remain such to you, let her continue to be as you have supposed, and be assured that she will consider a share in your esteem as her highest treasure.

Think not that I would allure you from the path in which your conscience leads you; for you know I respect the conscience of others, as I would die for my own.

Elfonzo, if I am worthy of thy love, let such conversation never again pass between us.