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But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

      — Hamlet, Act I Scene 1

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KEYWORD: sleep

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Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Troilus

39

The Greeks are strong and skilful to their strength,
Fierce to their skill and to their fierceness valiant;
But I am weaker than a woman's tear,
Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance,
Less valiant than the virgin in the night
And skilless as unpractised infancy.

2

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 2]

Troilus

1027

You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest;
You fur your gloves with reason. Here are
your reasons:
You know an enemy intends you harm;
You know a sword employ'd is perilous,
And reason flies the object of all harm:
Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds
A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
The very wings of reason to his heels
And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,
Or like a star disorb'd? Nay, if we talk of reason,
Let's shut our gates and sleep: manhood and honour
Should have hare-hearts, would they but fat
their thoughts
With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect
Make livers pale and lustihood deject.

3

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 3]

Agamemnon

1489

Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep:
Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.

4

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2]

Troilus

2289

Trouble him not;
To bed, to bed: sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as soft attachment to thy senses
As infants' empty of all thought!

5

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2]

Pandarus

2323

Ha! ha! Alas, poor wretch! ah, poor capocchia!
hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty
man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him!

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