SOMNUS

Hei-oh, o, are you sure they be so? oho, ho, oho, hei, waw? What good can I do? ou, hoh, hawe. Fear it not if they have escaped already, Bring me to them, or them to me, I e quickly make them know the power, Of my la ge stretched authority, These continued es of sleep wherewith I wont to bind, The strongest arms that ere resisted me, Shall be the means, whereby I will correct The Senses outrage, and distemperature. Dispatch it quickly, least I fallen a sleep for want of work. There rest thy self and let thy quiet sleep, Restore thy weak imaginations. Linguam content your self you must be bound. Here's such a stir I never knew the Senses in such disorder. How now? Is not Lingu bound sufficiently? I have more trouble to make one woman in sleep, then all the world be sides they be so full of tattle. Come, come I'll end this quarrel, bind him Crapulam! What will he do? see that he escapes us not! Sure he does but try how to act Her ules: He that each night with bloodless battle conquers, The proudest conqueror that triumphs by wars: Who's that? is he under my Command? Content. Why how now Crapulam? No, no, see where he lies, that would have iurt thee? fear nothing? So rest you all in silent quietness, Let nothing wake you till the power of sleep, With his sweet Due, cooling your brains inflamed, Hath rectified the vain and idle thoughts, Bred by your surfeit, and distemperature: Lo here the Senses late outrageous, All in a round together sleep Like friends, For there's no difference betwixt the King and Clown, The poor and rich, the beauteous and deformed, Wrapped in the veil of night, and bonds of sleep, Without whose pour, and sweet dominion, Our life were Hell, and pleasure painfulness, The sting of envy, and the dart of love, A arice talons, and the fire of hate: Would poison, wound, distract, and soon consume, The heart, the liver life and mind of man; The Mower, that with rawnie arms, With death the crooked sith, in many a swath, Cutting the flowery pride on the velvet plain, Lies down at night, and in the weaty folds Of his wives arms, forgets his labour passed, The painful Mariner, and careful Smith, The toiling Plowman, all Artificers, Most humbly yceld to my dominion, Without endue rest, nothing is durable. Lo thus does Somnus conquer all the world With his most awful waved, and half the year Reigns over the best and proudest Emperors. Only the nurslings of the Sisters nine, Rebels against me scorn my great command: And when dark night from her bedewy wings, Drops sleepy silence to the eyes of all, They only wake, and with unwearied toil, Labour to find the Via lac eam, That leads to the heaven of immortality, And by the lofty to towering of their mind, Fledgd with the feathers of a learned muse, They raise themselves unto the highest pitch, Marrying base earth and heaven in a thought; But thus I punish their rebellion, Their industry was never yet rewarded, Better to sleep then wake, and toil for nothing. Oh Crapulam, how now, how now, o o how whose there? Crapulam speak quickly what's the matter? I'll take that care the world shall not be burned: If Somnus cords can hold you.