Stral. You have harped the very string next to my heart[185].
I may depend upon you?
Ulr.'Twere too late
To doubt it.
Stral.Let no foolish pity shake
Your bosom (for the appearance of the man
Is pitiful)—he is a wretch, as likely
To have robbed me as the fellow more suspected,
Except that circumstance is less against him;
He being lodged far off, and in a chamber