Are practising your power on me—because

You have it; but beware! you know not whom

You strive to tread on.

Stral.‍Threat'st thou?

Gab.‍Not so much

As you accuse. You hint the basest injury,

And I retort it with an open warning.

Stral. As you have said, 'tis true I owe you something,

For which you seem disposed to pay yourself.

Gab. Not with your gold.