A room in the castle.
And can you, by no drift of circumstance, Get from him why he puts on this confusion, Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
He does confess he feels himself distracted; But from what cause he will by no means speak.
Nor do we find him forward to be sounded, But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof, When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state.
Niggard of question; but, of our demands, Most free in his reply.
Did you assay him To any pastime?