Gons. Alas, she swoons away upon the body.
Man. The night grows on apace; we'll take her in Our arms, and bear her hence.
[Exeunt GONSALVO, and the boys, with MANUEL, carrying JULIA.
The Servants enter again.
1 Serv. They are all gone, we may return with safety: Help me to bear the body to the town.
2 Serv. He stirs, and breathes a little; there may be Some hope.
3 Serv. The town's far off, and the evening cold. Let's carry him to the ship.
1 Serv. Haste then away: Things, once resolved, are ruined by delay.
[Exeunt.