My eyes swim strangely—where's the door?
Mar.Away!
Let me support him—my best love! Oh, God!
How faintly beats this heart—this pulse!
Jac. Fos.The light!
Is it the light?—I am faint.
[Officer presents him with water.
Offi.He will be better,
Perhaps, in the air.
Jac. Fos.I doubt not. Father—wife—190