Fan.Ah, Lucan, Lucan!
Luc.Give
My loving thanks to Priscus.
Fan.Alas! Farewell.
May the gods aid thee!
Luc. In sleep or action is my mind at ease:
Betwixt the two, each moment is a world
Of scared imaginations. Better suffer
One worst at once, than all the thousand tortures
The making mind invents. Who is this woman,