[Dimsdell falls.
Throng, confused and amazed, closes around Dimsdell.
Cries of horror and apprehension.
Governor. Look to our brother Dimsdell. He faints;
The heat hath overcome him.
Roger. I am a doctor. Make room!
The falling sickness. Give us breathing space!
Governor. Hester, thou art discharged. Let all go home!
[Exeunt.