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. War. Call for the music in the other room. here. Enter PRINCE HENRY. P. Hen. 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. Heard he the good news yet? Tell it him. P. Hum. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. P. Hen. If he be sick | Melancholy, soothing. War. Not so much noise, my lords :-sweet prince, speak low; Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room. us? P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the king. [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 keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night!—sleep with it now! Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet, As he, whose brow, with homely biggin 1 bound, Snores out the watch of night. O majesty! When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit Like a rich armor worn in heat of day, That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath There lies a downy feather, which stirs not : Did he suspire, that light and weightless down Perforce must move. My gracious lord ! my father! This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep, That from this golden rigol ? hath divorced So many English kings. Thy due, from me, Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood; Which nature, love, and filial tenderness, Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously: i Cap. · Circle. 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. [Exit. K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence ! Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest. Cla. 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. where we stay’d. K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? IVar. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. |