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.
And can you by no drift of conference 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.
But with much forcing of his disposition.
Did you receive him well?
Most like a gentleman.
Did you assay him to any pastime?
Madam, it so fell out that certain players, we overraught on the way. Of these we told him, and there did seem in him a kind of joy to hear it. They are here about the court, and, as I think, they have already order this night to play before him.
Niggard of question, but of our demands most free in his reply.