Man.From prison?
Pal.Escaped, thank God!
I skirmished with my guards, and being pursued
Came thro’ your orange garden. Here none will seek me.
Hide me!
Man.Thee, madman, here?
Pal.Ay, call me madman.
I am mad, and praise God for it ... if to hate tyrants
Be madness, I’m past cure: or if ’tis madness
To escape from prison ...