The object of the Baron's hate and fears,

Have fled, unless by many an hour before

Suspicion woke? I sought and fathomed you,

Doubting if you were false or feeble: I420

Perceived you were the latter: and yet so

Confiding have I found you, that I doubted

At times your weakness.

Sieg.‍Parricide! no less

Than common stabber! What deed of my life,

Or thought of mine, could make you deem me fit