(Cassius sizes up house, er, patrons. Sits down in chair, heaves sigh faintly reminiscent of Mercutio dying). Ah, my friends, heavy is the head. (head begins to nod). We have been travelling many days through the rooky wood to this pleasant seat. There is no bottom to it, so he sells bottoms. Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleeve -- (looks at unravelling sleeve on his coat) ravelled? Unravelled? Ravelled? (mesmerized by his own coat edge) The thread's the thing...!!!"(falls asleep like Demetrius and Helena in the enchanted wood).