HE.

I was mad.
This business has touched me in the brain.
Have patience! the calamity's so new.
(Pauses.)
There is a fourth way; but that gate is shut
To brave men who hold life a thing of God.


SHE.

Yourself spoke there; the rest was not of you.


HE.

Oh, lift me to your level! So I'm safe.
What's to be done?


SHE.

There must be some path out.
Perhaps the Emperor--


HE.