Sebastian
Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.
Antonio
We two, my lord,
Will guard your person while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
Alonso
Thank you. Wondrous heavy.
Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel .
Sebastian
What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
Antonio
It is the quality o’ the climate.
Sebastian
Why
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
Myself disposed to sleep.
Antonio
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 me thinks I see it in thy face,
What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.