Martha: (in Bedlam) So, this is what you call a hospital, yeah? Where patients are whipped to entertain the gentry. And you put your friend in here?
Shakespeare: Oh, it's all so different in Freedonia.
Martha: But you're clever! Do you honestly think this place is any good?
Shakespeare: I've been mad, lost my mind. Fear of this place set me right again. It serves its purpose.