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 Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

Ros. He does confess he feels himself distracted, But from what cause he will by no means speak.

Guil. 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.

Queen. Did he receive you well?

Ros. Most like a gentleman.

Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition.

Ros. Niggard of question, but of our demands Most free in his reply.

Queen. Did you assay him To any pastime?

Ros. Madam, it so fell out that certain players We o'er-raught on the way; of these we told him, And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it; they are about the court And, as I think, they have already order This night to play before him.