Sebastian
What, art thou waking?
Antonio
Do you not hear me speak?
Sebastian
I do; and surely
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,
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.
Antonio
I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
Trebles thee o’er.
Sebastian
Well, I am standing water.
Antonio
I’ll teach you how to flow.