Piled up so high, with caves i' the ground, and holes
To shoot out arrows. I walk on tiptoe here,
Afraid I'll wake the ghosts that sleep i' the corners.
But in the forest I can shout and run,
And everything I wake will laugh and sing.
Hen. Where is this happy place?
Gla. I can not tell.
'Twas night when we came here, and Hubert says
That none must know the way. I wonder why.
Do you live in a castle?