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GONZALO: I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing. |
ANTONIO: 'Twas you we laughed at. |
GONZALO: Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you: so you may continue and laugh at nothing still. |
ANTONIO: What a blow was there given! |
SEBASTIAN: An it had not fallen flat-long. |
GONZALO: You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing. |
SEBASTIAN: We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. |
ANTONIO: Nay, good my lord, be not angry. |
GONZALO: No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy? |
ANTONIO: Go sleep, and hear us. |
ALONSO: What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find They are inclined to do so. |
SEBASTIAN: Please you, sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. |
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. |