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ALONSO:
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Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
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GONZALO:
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I do well believe your highness; and
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did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen,
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who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that
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they always use to laugh at nothing.
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ANTONIO:
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'Twas you we laughed at.
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GONZALO:
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Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
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to you: so you may continue and laugh at
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nothing still.
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ANTONIO:
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What a blow was there given!
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SEBASTIAN:
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An it had not fallen flat-long.
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GONZALO:
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You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift
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the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue
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in it five weeks without changing.
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SEBASTIAN:
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We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
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ANTONIO:
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Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
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GONZALO:
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No, I warrant you; I will not adventure
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my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh
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me asleep, for I am very heavy?
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ANTONIO:
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Go sleep, and hear us.
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ALONSO:
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What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
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Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
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They are inclined to do so.
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SEBASTIAN:
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Please you, sir,
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Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
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It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
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It is a comforter.
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ANTONIO:
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We two, my lord,
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Will guard your person while you take your rest,
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And watch your safety.
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ALONSO:
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Thank you. Wondrous heavy.
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SEBASTIAN:
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What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
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ANTONIO:
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It is the quality o' the climate.
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SEBASTIAN:
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Why
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Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
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Myself disposed to sleep.
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ANTONIO:
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Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
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They fell together all, as by consent;
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They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
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Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?--No more:--
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And yet me thinks I see it in thy face,
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What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and
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My strong imagination sees a crown
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Dropping upon thy head.
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SEBASTIAN:
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What, art thou waking?
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ANTONIO:
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Do you not hear me speak?
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SEBASTIAN:
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I do; and surely
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It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st
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Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
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This is a strange repose, to be asleep
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With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
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And yet so fast asleep.
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ANTONIO:
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Noble Sebastian,
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Thou let'st thy fortune sleep--die, rather; wink'st
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Whiles thou art waking.
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