LUCILLA. No, sir.
L. You are sure of that? Because, I fear, sorrow in the shoulders
would not be worth much.
LUCILLA. I suppose I feel it in my heart, if I really am sorry.
L. If you really are! Do you mean to say that you are sure you are
utterly wicked, and yet do not care?
LUCILLA. No, indeed; I have cried about it often.