If then you can do anything--for you too cannot sleep--let us go the round of the watch, and see whether they are drowsy with toil and sleeping to the neglect of their duty.
I cannot however refrain from blaming Menelaus, much as I love him and respect him--and I will say so plainly, even at the risk of offending you--for sleeping and leaving all this trouble to yourself.
First they went to Diomed son of Tydeus, and found him outside his tent clad in his armour with his comrades sleeping round him and using their shields as pillows; as for their spears, they stood upright on the spikes of their butts that were driven into the ground, and the burnished bronze flashed afar like the lightning of father Jove.
When he had roused the heroes, he brought them back with him; they then went the round of those who were on guard, and found the captains not sleeping at their posts but wakeful and sitting with their arms about them.
Ulysses then said, "Now tell me; are they sleeping among the Trojan troops, or do they lie apart?
Rhesus was sleeping in the middle, and hard by him his horses were made fast to the topmost rim of his chariot.
I think I must have continued my wonder in my dreams, for, sleeping
and waking my thoughts always came back to the little punctures in her throat and the ragged, exhausted appearance of their edges, tiny though they were.
As they turned the corner of the hut, cautiously and upon tiptoe, an ugly smile touched the lips of the white as his eyes fell upon the giant figure of the sleeping ape-man.
Then he turned to those behind him and, pointing to the sleeping man, motioned for them to seize and bind him.
She appealed to the sleeping
Lumai, who awoke heavily and fatly, who muttered and mumbled easy terms of Somo dialect to the effect that it was a most decent world, that all puppy dogs and eldest-born sons were right delightful things to possess, that he had never yet starved to death, and that peace and sleep were the finest things that ever befell the lot of mortal man- -and, in token thereof, back into the peace of sleep, he snuggled his nose into the biceps of his arm for a pillow and proceeded to snore.
His Majesty made no answer to this remark, and the Chief Steward led Dorothy through another doorway into a long hall, from which several plain but comfortable sleeping
The other got carefully erect, and the loud young soldier led him among the sleeping
forms lying in groups and rows.