Unutterably my name: I bid thee tremble!
Ful. Caius, let insult cease, I counsel thee:
Let insult cease! Be the deed just or guilty,
Enjoy its fruits in silence. Force me not
To utter more.
Caius. And what hast thou to say?
Ful. That which I now suppress.
Caius. How! are there yet,
Perchance, more crimes to be reveal’d?
Ful. I know not.