The Surgeon: He lives. I cannot understand how.
First Captain: Let us go! What do we still await?
(The centurion raises his hand.
Second Captain: He is coming to himself. His eyes re-open.
The Centurion: Sire, how is it with you?
The King: How long has it been
Since I
Was living?
First Captain: You were unconscious some minutes.
The King: Death has surrendered me. Some minutes?