SALICIO.
Indeed dost thou?
ALBANIO.
Indeed!
Sound as the dead! what motion do I make?
Only observe me.
SALICIO.
Hush! the wand I shake
Shall pay the price of thy rebellious will,
If thou unclose an eye.
NEMOROSO.
He is more still
And tranquil than he was: Salicio,
What are thy thoughts; can he be cured, or no?
SALICIO.
To use all gentle methods that may tend
Or to the life or health of such a friend,
Is our just duty.