You do not—though his fellow-officer—
You do not mean to mock me?
Chamb. Oh, my Lord!
Seg. Well then—If no magician, as you say,
Yet setting me a riddle, that my brain,
With all its senses whirling, cannot solve,
Yourself or one of these with you must answer—
How I—that only last night fell asleep
Not knowing that the very soil of earth
I lay down—chain’d—to sleep upon was Poland—