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.
Than common stabber! What deed of my life,
Or thought of mine, could make you deem me fit