War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers. P. Hum. This apoplex will, certain, be his end. K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence Into some other chamber: softly, pray. [they convey the King into an inner part of the room, and place him on a bed. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; Will whisper music to my weary spirit. War. Call for the music in the other room. Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. P. Hen. Enter PRINCE HENRY. Who saw the duke of Clarence? Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness. P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and none abroad! How doth the king? P. Hum. Exceeding ill. P. Hen. Tell it him. Heard he the good news yet? P. Hum. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. P. Hen. If he be sick With joy, he will recover without physic. Melancholy, soothing. War. Not so much noise, my lords :-sweet prince, speak low; The king your father is disposed to sleep. Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room. War. Will 't please your grace to go along with us? king. P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the [Exeunt all but Prince Henry. Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Being so troublesome a bedfellow ? O polish'd perturbation! golden care! That from this golden rigol 2 hath divorced So many English kings. Thy due, from me, My due, from thee, is this imperial crown, : [putting it on his head. Which Heaven shall guard and put the world's whole strength Into one giant arm, it shall not force This lineal honor from me. This from thee Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence! Cla. Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest. [Exit. Doth the king call? War. What would your majesty? How fares your grace? K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege, Who undertook to sit and watch by you. K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? let me see him : He is not here. War. This door is open; he is gone this way. P. Hum. He came not through the chamber where we stay'd. K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. |