Page 1388 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

An innocent, and I was very angry.
But what of her, sir?

WOOER
Nothing but my pity;
But you must know it, and as good by me
As by another that less loves her −

GAOLER
Well, sir?

FIRST FRIEND
Not right?

SECOND FRIEND
Not well?

WOOER
No, sir, not well. [45]
’Tis too true, she is mad.

FIRST FRIEND
It cannot be.

WOOER

Believe you’ll find it so.

GAOLER

I half suspected
What you have told me; the gods comfort her!
Either this was her love to Palamon,
Or fear of my miscarrying on his ’scape, [50]

Or both.

WOOER
’Tis likely.