Shall I disturb him if I look at him?
I'm strangely curious to see his face.
David.
Go. Move you carefully, and bring us word
Whether he sleeps.
[MARY rises, goes to the settle, and sinks
back fainting ]
Why! What ails the girl?
I thought her nerves were iron. Dash her brow,
And bathe her temples!
Mary.
There—there,—that will do.
'Tis over now.
David.
The man is speaking. Hush!
Stranger.