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- ACT TWO THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE
SebasHaa. 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 methinks 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 rae 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 lett'st thy fortune sleep— die, rather; wink'st
Whiles thou art waking.
Sebastian. Thou dost snore distinctly;
There's meaning in thy snores.
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