Luc. The strings my Lord, are false
Bru. He thinkes he still is at his Instrument.
Lucius, awake
Luc. My Lord
Bru. Did'st thou dreame Lucius, that thou so cryedst
out?
Luc. My Lord, I do not know that I did cry
Bru. Yes that thou did'st: Did'st thou see any thing?
Luc. Nothing my Lord
Bru. Sleepe againe Lucius: Sirra Claudio, Fellow,
Thou: Awake
Var. My Lord
Clau. My Lord
Bru. Why did you so cry out sirs, in your sleepe?
Both. Did we my Lord?
Bru. I: saw you any thing?
Var. No my Lord, I saw nothing
Clau. Nor I my Lord