Man monologue (Act 1) — Arms and the Man

(_drowsily_). Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, slee—(_The words trail off into a murmur. He wakes again with a shock on the point of falling._) Where am I? That’s what I want to know: where am I? Must keep awake. Nothing keeps me awake except danger—remember that—(_intently_) danger, danger, danger, dan— Where’s danger? Must find it. (_He starts of vaguely around the room in search of it._) What am I looking for? Sleep—danger—don’t know. (_He stumbles against the bed._) Ah, yes: now I know. All right now. I’m to go to bed, but not to sleep—be sure not to sleep—because of danger. Not to lie down, either, only sit down. (_He sits on the bed. A blissful expression comes into his face._) Ah! (_With a happy sigh he sinks back at full length; lifts his boots into the bed with a final effort; and falls fast asleep instantly._)