Petr.He doth not breathe.
Oct. (has come round to front). Alas, alas! my brother; he is dead.
Ner. Nay, sit you down; look not aghast, I say.
He hath the falling sickness, and will oft
Faint on a sudden, as ye see. He lies
An hour as dead, and then awakes again
With nought amiss. Best take him out in quiet.
(To servants.) Carry him from the room.
Luc.Lift you his feet, Petronius.
We two will take him.