Page:Dramas 2.pdf/202

190

Dear child! thy words strangely perplex me. But here is the wine.

Take a good draught of it, and then go to rest.—But will you not eat something? (He shakes his head.) Well, then, I will not urge thee.

Here, my young Sir, and may it do you good; but I fear it will fly to your head, as you are not used to it.

No, it will not: I may take any thing now.

We had better not give him too many things at once. Go to your chamber, Edmond, and sleep will restore you.

Sleep! Ay, if I could sleep.—Will you remove the light?

Not if you desire to have it left.

My dear boy! something has scared you.