...King Henry the Fourth : — How many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O ! gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted...steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with busy night-flies to...

...SOLILOQUY ON SLEEP. SHAKSPEARE. How many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted...steep my senses in forgetfulness ! Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies...

...from the rattling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence." Shakespeare, Ibid. •— • — — " Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have...wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfilness!" Shakespeare, Hen. IV. " In the first rank of these did Zimri stand : A man so various,...

...they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, And well consider of them : Make good speed. — [Ex. Page. How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are...steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies...

...HENRY IV'S SOLILOQUY ON SLEEP. How many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted...steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,. Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies...

...the vile ?" for never was human conception more sweetly embodied than in the opening apostrophe, " Sleep ! gentle sleep ! Nature's soft nurse, how have...eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness ?" But indeed the whole speech is so full of truth and beauty, comes home so closely to the feelings...

...consider of them : Make good speed. [Exit Page. How many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at thk hour asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft...steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies...

...is a comforter. Weariness How many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted...steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies...

...But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, And well consider of them : Make good speed. — How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this...steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies...

...walk before thee, like a sow that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. Act I. Seme II. K. Henry. How many thousand of my poorest subjects ! Are at...eye•lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Act III. Scene I. P. Henry, [puts the crown on his head.] Lo, here it sits, — Which heaven shall...