"He's not crying any more."
"Poor creature! Is he asleep?"
"He has stopped crying."
"Take in the cradle; the evening is damp. We will help you, Liberata."
"Poor creature! Is he asleep?"
"One would think he were dead. He no longer moves."
"Take in the cradle, won't you? Don't you hear us, Liberata?"
"She is mad."
"Where is the lamp? Joseph will soon return. Have you no lamp? Joseph will soon return from the lime-kiln."
"She is mad. She doesn't speak any more."