Ep.I could approach him.
Luc.I think thou mayst.
Bide with me here to-day; for ere we talk
Thou must have food & sleep. I shall speak with thee
More confidently then: thou art now o’erstrained.
Ep. I shall not sleep.
Luc.To the distracted heart,
To whom this life is hell, nature hath given
A perfect boon, the numbing poppy-juice:
Soothed by its gracious power thou wilt sleep well.