Ino. You speak my hopes:
But this for certain, gentlemen: the king,
Who was admired for his matchless sleeping,
Whose night no noise disturb'd, and it was difficult
To wake before his hour, sleeps but unquietly of late,
Will start at midnight, and cry Plangus:
Is greedy after news, and walks unevenly,
And sometimes on the sudden looks behind him;
And when one speaks to him, scarcely marks one syllable.
Surely the mind of some distemper shakes
His soul into this looseness.
Enter Messenger.
Mes. My lord, the prince desires
To meet you half an hour hence i' th' gallery.
Mes. Yes, my lord.
Ino. I shall. Your servant, captains.
All. Yours, my lord.
[Exeunt at several doors.
SCENE V.
Plangus, Andromana.