pallet, and set him in the middle of the stage.)

CAPT.
Still, still so dead asleep, the very noise
And motion that we make in carrying him
Stirs not a leaf in all the living tree.

SOLDIERS.
If living--But if by some inward blow
For ever and irrevocably fell'd
By what strikes deeper to the root than sleep?
--He's dead! He's dead! They've kill'd him--
--No--he breathes--
And the heart beats--and now he breathes again
Deeply, as one about to shake away
The load of sleep.

CAPT.
Come, let us all kneel round,
And with a blast of warlike instruments,
And acclamation of all loyal hearts,
Rouse and restore him to his royal right,
From which no royal wrong shall drive him more.

(They all kneel round his bed: trumpets, drums, etc.)

SOLDIERS.
--Segismund! Segismund! Prince Segismund!
--King Segismund! Down with Basilio!
--Down with Astolfo! Segismund our King! etc.