1 Why, as I told thee, tis a custom with him I th afternoon to sleep.
2 No, wench, it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have, such.
3 I do, and surely It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep.
4 We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
5 Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep, die rather, wink'st Whiles thou art waking.
6 There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps, lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily As this Gonzalo.
7 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 undrowned As he that sleeps here swims.'
8 Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again.
9 We were dead of sleep And--how, we know not--all clapped under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awaked, straightway at liberty, Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship, our master Cap'ring to eye her.