ONE OF THE SISTERS OF PALOMIDES.
He sleeps profoundly….
ASTOLAINE.
He sleeps profoundly, but you can see his soul has no rest…. The sunlight here will vex his eyelids…. I am going to draw his cloak over his face….
ANOTHER SISTER.
No, no; do not touch it…. He might wake with a start….
ASTOLAINE.
Some one is coming in the corridor. Come, come! put yourselves before him…. Hide him…. A stranger must not see him in this state….
A SISTER OF PALOMIDES.
It is Palomides….