Who is the fool that blames you for?"
"Myself—
For nothing, everything! For finding out
She, whom I worshipped, was a worshipper
In turn of ... but why stir up settled mud?
She married him—the fifty-years-old rake—
How you have teased the talk from me! At last
My secret's told you. I inquired no more,
Nay, stopped ears when informants unshut mouth;
Enough that she and he live, deuce take where,