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an but hold your tongue. Can you? FIFE. I'd rather be at home again. CLO. Where you shall be the quicker if while here You can keep silence. FIFE. I may whistle, then? Which by the virtue of my name I do, And also as a reasonable test Of waking sanity-- CLO. Well, whistle then; And for another reason you forgot, That while you whistle, you can chatter not. Only remember--if you quit this pass-- FIFE. (His rhymes are out, or he had call'd it spot)-- CLO. A bullet brings you to. I must forthwith to court to tell the King The issue of this lamentable day, That buries all his hope in night. (To FIFE.) Farewell. Remember. FIFE. But a moment--but a word! When shall I see my mis--mas-- CLO. Be content: All in good time; and then, and not before, Never to miss your master any more. (Exit.) FIFE. Such talk of dreaming--dreaming--I begin To doubt if I be dreaming I am Fife, Who with a lad who call'd herself a boy Because--I doubt there's some confusion here-- He wore no petticoat, came on a time Riding from Muscovy on half a horse, Who must have dreamt she was a horse entire, To cant me off upon my hinder face Under this tower, wall-eyed and musket-tongued, With sentinels a-pacing up and down, Crying All's well when all is far from well, All the day long, and all the night, until I dream--if what is dreaming be not waking-- Of bells a-tolling and processions rolling With candles, crosses, banners, San-benitos, Of which I wear the flamy-finingest, Through streets and places throng'd with fiery faces To some back platform-- Oh, I shall take a fire into my hand With thinking of my own dear Muscovy-- Only just over that Sierra there, By which we tumbled headlong into--No-land. Now, if without a bullet after me, I could but get a peep of my old home Perhaps of my own mule to take me there-- All's still--perhaps the gentlemen within Are dreaming it is night behind their masks-- God send 'em a good nightmare!--Now then--Hark! Voices--and up the rocks--and armed men Climbing like cats--Puss in the corner then. (He hides.) (Enter Soldiers cautiously up the rocks.)
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