Be not rash, neither be over-much affrighted.

The Lord has preserved me, and methinks He will preserve you, too." With that she stepped forward and laid a hand upon the shoulder of the poor woman, who was weeping copiously over her husband, and calling him by every name she could think of, though he lay rigid with half-open eyes and heeded her not.
"Good friend," said Dinah, in her quiet, commanding fashion, "it is of no avail thus to weep and cry.

We must get your goodman within doors, and tend him there.

See, there is a man with a handcart over yonder.

Go call him, and bid him come to our help.