Gab. Again! Am I accused or no?

Stral.‍Go to!

You wax too insolent. If circumstance

And general suspicion be against you,

Is the fault mine? Is't not enough that I

Decline all question of your guilt or innocence?

Gab. My Lord, my Lord, this is mere cozenage[183],

A vile equivocation; you well know

Your doubts are certainties to all around you—260

Your looks a voice—your frowns a sentence; you