Till yester evening.
Iden.Wouldst have me suspect
My own acquaintances? You have to learn
That I keep better company.
Gab.You shall
Keep the best shortly, and the last for all men,
The worms! You hound of malice!
[Gabor seizes on him.
Ulr. (interfering).Nay, no violence:
He's old, unarmed—be temperate, Gabor!