How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! O sleep! O gentle sleep!
Nature's soft nurse, ho have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets streaching thee,
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
Under canopies of costly state,
And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody.
O dull god, why thou li'st thou with the vile,
In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch
A watch-case or a common 'Laurm-bell?
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy [mast]
Seal up the ship boy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude and imperious surge,
And in the visitation of the winds
Who take the ruffian [billows] by the top,
curling their monsterous heads and hanging them
With deafing clamor in the slippery clouds,
That with the hurly death itself awakes?
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give [then] repose
to the wet [sea boy] in an hour so rude
And the calmest and most stillest night
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then happy low, like down!
Uneasy is the head that wears a crown
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That's my monolouge I have to recite in front of my language arts class tomorrow. I've almost got it (Heh, two and a half stanzas) but I'm still scared to death right now.
Wish me luck!
Konan the Akatsuki Community Member 
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