Gently!
Loosen his clothes at the throat.
(They do as he says.
A Captain: O reddened body! O mutilated body!
Another: The bleeding has stopped.
(The surgeon puts his ear to the chest of tête-d'or.—Silence.
The Centurion (aside): For what does he still search?
First Captain: He is clever. He has the ear of a maker of clocks.
He listens like a mole.
The Surgeon (rising): He lives.