Caius. Thou know’st not?—Horror chills my curdling veins;
I dare not ask thee further.
Ful. Thou dost well.
Caius. What saidst thou?
Ful. Nothing.
Caius. On my heart the words
Press heavily. Oh! what a fearful light
Bursts o’er my soul!—Hast thou accomplices?
Ful. Insensate! ask me not.
Caius. I must be told.