And voices, and familiar sights and sounds
Cry hide thyself! O what a thin partition
Doth shut out from the curious world the knowledge
Of evil deeds that have been done in darkness.
Disgrace has many tongues. My fears are windows
Through which all eyes seem gazing. Every face
Expresses some suspicion of my shame,
And in derision seems to smile at me!
Hyp. Did I not caution thee? Did I not tell thee
I was but half persuaded of her virtue?