MILETTE
(Stroking the other hand.) No, can't you feel? She's cold.
JALLINE
Will you have my cloak?
ROSELLE
No, no, it's not that.... What she wants is a drop of brandy.... I haven't my bottle.... And don't all crowd round her, she's suffocating. She wants air!...
ROSARELLE
(Supporting her head.) Have you some water there?... We ought to send for a doctor....
BELLINE
She's as white as marble.... She might be dead....