my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me
asleep, for I am very heavy? 197
Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
Alon. What! all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find 200
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, 204
Will guard your person while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
Alon. Thank you. Wondrous heavy.
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
Seb. Why 208
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, 212
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 216
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)
