PRINCE.
How now, rain within doors, and none abroad?
How doth the King?
GLOUCESTER.
Exceeding ill.
PRINCE.
Heard he the good news yet? Tell it him.
GLOUCESTER.
He alt’red much upon the hearing it.
PRINCE.
If he be sick with joy, he’ll recover without physic.
WARWICK.
Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet prince, speak low;
The King your father is disposed to sleep.
CLARENCE.
Let us withdraw into the other room.
WARWICK.
Will’t please your Grace to go along with us?
PRINCE.
No, I will sit and watch here by the King.
[Exeunt all but the Prince.]