[Text] Act I, Scene I: Apt. 111
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Oftentimes in depth of slumber buried
Find my soul and body do I carried
To walks well known among the waking light
And yet with no known mem'ry see this night
Do I, and thus befuddled I arose
Took note of chambers strange, and within those
A bed not mine and sheets unnatr'ly cold
From moisture wafting from the plaster old.
Watching, I didtst espy a chalky hand
Extending t'ward my head (where I now stand).
Not wishing to forgo such greeting kind,
Didtst clasp I in my own to shake but find
Now the wall unwilled return its claim.
What is this house so lonely as to maim?
Oftentimes in depth of slumber buried
Find my soul and body do I carried
To walks well known among the waking light
And yet with no known mem'ry see this night
Do I, and thus befuddled I arose
Took note of chambers strange, and within those
A bed not mine and sheets unnatr'ly cold
From moisture wafting from the plaster old.
Watching, I didtst espy a chalky hand
Extending t'ward my head (where I now stand).
Not wishing to forgo such greeting kind,
Didtst clasp I in my own to shake but find
Now the wall unwilled return its claim.
What is this house so lonely as to maim?