Hen. [Aside] She's nobly born, and kept from her estate;
But how should she be honest Hubert's charge?
Gla. What say you, Henry?
Hen. 'Tis so strange to find
An angel housing in this black-browed castle,
Converting war's grim seat to paradise.
Hast always lived here?
Gla. O, behind these walls?
No, I've a home deep in the happy forest.
I do not like this place—these huge black rocks