that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep. A greater power than we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent, And then I ran away to call the watch. [_Exit._] PARIS. O, I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far As that the shoemaker should meddle with his pencil, and the tailor with his yard and the painter with his pencil, and the medium with