Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 495 words
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Please you Sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow, when it doth, it is a Comforter. We two my Lord, will guard your person, While you take your rest, and watch your safety. Thank you: Wondrous heavy. What a strange drowsiness possesses them? It is the quality o' th' Climate. Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find Not myself disposed to sleep. Nor I, my spirits are nimble: They fell together all, as by consent They dropped, as by a Thunderstroke: what might Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more: And yet, me thinks I see it in thy face, What thou shouldst be: th' occasion speaks thee, and My strong imagination see's a Crown Dropping upon thy head. What? art thou waking? Do you not hear me speak? I do, and surely It is a sleepy Language; and thou speakest 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. Noble Sebastian, Thou lettest thy fortune sleep: die rather: winkest Whiles thou art waking. Thou dost snore distinctly, There's meaning in thy snores. I am more serious than my custom: you Must be so too, if heed me: which to do, Trebles thee o'er. Well: I am standing water. I'll teach you how to flow. Do so: to ebb Hereditary Sloth instructs me. O! If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Whiles thus you mock it: how in stripping it You more invest it: ebbing men, indeed (Most often) do so near the bottom run By their own fear, or sloth. Prithee say on, The setting of thine eye, and cheek proclaim A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Which throws thee much to yield. Thus Sir: Although this Lord of weak remembrance; this Who shall be of as little memory When he is earthed, hath here almost persuaded (For he's a Spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade) the King his son's alive, 'Tis as impossible that he's vndrowned, As he that sleeps here, swims. I have no hope That he's vndrowned. O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you? No hope that way, Is Another way so high a hope, that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drowned. He's gone. Then tell me, who's the next heir of Naples? Claribell. She that is Queen of Tunis she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life: she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the Sun were post: The Man i' th' moon's too slow, till newborn chins Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom We all were sea-swallowed, though some cast again, (And by that destiny) to perform an act Whereof, what's past is Prologue; what to come In yours, and my discharge.
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Pleaſe you Sir, Do not omit the heauy offer of it: It ſildome viſits ſorrow, when it doth, it is a Comforter. We two my Lord, will guard your perſon, While you take your reſt, and watch your ſafety. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy. What a ſtrange drowſines poſſeſſes them? It is the quality o' th' Clymate. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids ſinke? I finde Not my ſelfe diſpos'd to ſleep. Nor I, my ſpirits are nimble: They fell together all, as by conſent They dropt, as by a Thunder-ſtroke: what might Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more: And yet, me thinkes I ſee it in thy face, What thou ſhould'ſt be: th' occaſion ſpeaks thee, and My ſtrong imagination ſee's a Crowne Dropping vpon thy head. What? art thou waking? Do you not heare me ſpeake? I do, and ſurely It is a ſleepy Language; and thou ſpeak'ſt Out of thy ſleepe: What is it thou didſt ſay? This is a ſtrange repoſe, to be aſleepe With eyes wide open: ſtanding, ſpeaking, mouing: And yet ſo faſt aſleepe. Noble Sebaſtian, Thou let'ſt thy fortune ſleepe: die rather: wink'ſt Whiles thou art waking. Thou do'ſt ſnore diſtinctly, There's meaning in thy ſnores. I am more ſerious then my cuſtome: you Muſt be ſo too, if heed me: which to do, Trebbles thee o're. Well: I am ſtanding water. Ile teach you how to flow. Do ſo: to ebbe Hereditary Sloth inſtructs me. O! If you but knew how you the purpoſe cheriſh Whiles thus you mocke it: how in ſtripping it You more inueſt it: ebbing men, indeed (Moſt often) do ſo neere the bottome run By their owne feare, or ſloth. 'Pre-thee ſay on, The ſetting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaime A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Which throwes thee much to yeeld. Thus Sir: Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this Who ſhall be of as little memory When he is earth'd, hath here almoſt perſwaded (For hee's a Spirit of perſwaſion, onely Profeſſes to perſwade) the King his ſonne's aliue, 'Tis as impoſsible that hee's vndrown'd, As he that ſleepes heere, ſwims. I haue no hope That hee's vndrown'd. O, out of that no hope, What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is Another way ſo high a hope, that euen Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond But doubt diſcouery there. Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drown'd. He's gone. Then tell me, who's the next heire of Naples? Claribell. She that is Queene of Tunis ſhe that dwels Ten leagues beyond mans life: ſhe that from Naples Can haue no note, vnleſſe the Sun were poſt: The Man i' th Moone's too ſlow, till new-borne chinnes Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom We all were ſea-ſwallow'd, though ſome caſt againe, (And by that deſtiny) to performe an act Whereof, what's paſt is Prologue; what to come In yours, and my diſcharge.