Gab.First, who accuses me?
Sieg.All things,
If not all men: the universal rumour—
My own presence on the spot—the place—the time—160
And every speck of circumstance unite
To fix the blot on you.
Gab.And on me only?
Pause ere you answer: is no other name,
Save mine, stained in this business?
Sieg.Trifling villain!