Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Bru. He thinks he still is at his instrument.[3515] 290
Lucius, awake!
Luc. My lord?[3516]
Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?[3517]
Luc. My lord. I do not know that I did cry.
Bru. Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing? 295
Luc. Nothing, my lord.
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius![3492][3518]
[To Var.] Fellow thou, awake![3519]
Var. My lord?