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ANTONIO: |
We two, my lord, |
Will guard your person while you take your rest, |
And watch your safety. |
ALONSO: |
Thank you. Wondrous heavy. |
SEBASTIAN: |
What a strange drowsiness possesses them! |
ANTONIO: |
It is the quality o' the climate. |
SEBASTIAN: |
Why |
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not |
Myself disposed to sleep. |
ANTONIO: |
Nor I; my spirits are nimble. |
They fell together all, as by consent; |
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, |
Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?--No more:-- |
And yet me thinks I see it in thy face, |
What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and |
My strong imagination sees a crown |
Dropping upon thy head. |
SEBASTIAN: |
What, art thou waking? |
ANTONIO: |
Do you not hear me speak? |
SEBASTIAN: |
I do; and surely |
It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st |
Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say? |
This is a strange repose, to be asleep |
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, |
And yet so fast asleep. |
ANTONIO: |
Noble Sebastian, |
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep--die, rather; wink'st |
Whiles thou art waking. |