[Signs of agitation are observable among the crowd of weavers. A long, loud sigh is heard, and then a fall. General interest is at once diverted to this new event.
DREISSIGER
What's the matter there?
CHORUS OF WEAVERS AND WOMEN
"Some one's fainted."—"It's a little sickly boy."—"Is it a fit, or what?"
DREISSIGER
What do you say? Fainted?
[He goes nearer.
OLD WEAVER
There he lies, any way.