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Why [195]
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
Myself dispos’d 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: − [200]
And yet methinks I see it in they face,

What thou shouldst be: th’ 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 [205]

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, [210]
Thou let’st thy fortune sleep − die, rather; wink’st
Whiles thou art waking.

SEBASTIAN
Thou dost snore distinctly;

There’s meaning in thy snores.