[017] Come not within these doors; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives:
Your brother—no, no brother; yet the son—
020 Yet not the son, I will not call him son,
Of him I was about to call his father,—
Hath heard your praises, and this night he means
To burn the lodging where you use to lie
And you within it: if he fail of that,
025 He will have other means to cut you off.
I overheard him and his practices.