I have hither come to ask thee
To explain to me this sentence:
For I cannot understand it.
'T is, sir, in this book.

CARPOPHORUS.
Pray, let me
See it then.

CHRYSANTHUS.
'T is at the beginning;
Nay, the sentence that perplexes
Me so much is that.

CARPOPHORUS.
Why, these
Are the Holy Gospels! Heavens!

CHRYSANTHUS.
What! you kiss the book?

CARPOPHORUS.
And press it
To my forehead, thus suggesting
The profound respect with which
I even touch so great a treasure.

CHRYSANTHUS.
Why, what is the book, which I
By mere accident selected?