"How art thou so kind?" he mumbles. But he cuddles close to Dionysus, accepting the touch and the comfort therein. "There were few such kind people in Elsinore. Know'st thou ... I was once a child for a day, here. And every stranger I met was kinder to me than any of the family or other courtiers surrounding me." Save Gertrude who, at that age, had seemed so untouchably far from him. She became both closer and farther away from him with every passing year. With a scoffing laugh, he says, "I suppose that's what thou mean'st by a bad environment."