LeV. I shall go mad
Shut in this gilded den,—this stifling hold
Of banditry.
Cha. Peace, friend!
LeV. I'd rather crouch
With brats of grime upon an unswept hearth
And claw my bread from cinders, than draw breath
In this gold-raftered house of blood!
Cha. Come, come!
Your wits fly naked, stripped of every caution,
And beat suspicion up that else might keep
Untroubled bed. Whist! We must move rose-shod
Through these next hours, not clack in passion's clogs.
LeV. I'll out of this! There's surge in me no fear
Can put in bonds.
Cha. Nay, here and here alone
Your life is safe. The hounds of Goldusan
Sniff through the cellars. They'll not scent you in
The royal shadow. That's more brilliancy
Than ever lit a rush in houndom. This
My home, I share with you, for mine it is
Till I've secured my gold from Hudibrand.
LeV. Ay, but Megario! While he's here these walls
Pen me in fire.
Cha. His visit is too brief
To be a danger.
LeV. Danger! To me, or him?
If we should meet, his fate as mine would be
In that encounter. These are hands would see to 't!
Cha. LeVal, forget——