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my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me

asleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

[All sleep but Alon., Seb., and Ant.]

Alon. What! all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes

Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find

They are inclin'd to do so.

Seb. Please you, sir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth

It is a comforter.

Ant. We two, my lord,

Will guard your person while you take your rest,

And watch your safety.

Alon. Thank you. Wondrous heavy.

[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.]

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!

Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

Seb. Why

Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not

Myself dispos'd to sleep.

Ant. 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 should'st be. The occasion speaks thee; and

My strong imagination sees a crown

Dropping upon thy head.

 196 discretion: reputation for discretion

198 Go sleep, etc.; cf. n.

202 heavy: drowsy

211 consent: mutual agreement

215 speaks thee: proclaims thee (King)

