Thomas:

You are talking strangely.


Captain:
But not idly.
I might as well broach all my blood at once
Here as I stand, as sail to India back
Without a carpenter on board;--O strangely
Wise are our kings in the killing of men!


Thomas:

But does your king then need a carpenter?


Captain:

Yes, for he dreamed a dream; and like a man
Who, having eaten poison, and with all
Force of his life turned out the crazing drug,
Has only a weak and wrestled nature left
That gives in foolishly to some bad desire
A healthy man would laugh at; so our king
Is left desiring by his venomous dream.
But, being a king, the whole land aches with him.

Thomas: