Clar. O my royal father!
West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up.
War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits
Are with his highness very ordinary.115
Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well.[4172]
Clar. No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs:[4173]
The incessant care and labour of his mind
Hath wrought the mure, that should confine it in,
So thin that life looks through and will break out.[4174]120
Glou. The people fear me; for they do observe[4175]
Unfather'd heirs and loathly births of nature:[4176]
The seasons change their manners, as the year
Had found some months asleep and leap'd them over.[4177]
Clar. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between;125
And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
Say it did so a little time before
That our great-grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.[4178]
War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers.
Glou. This apoplexy will ceitain be his end.[4179]130
King. I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence
Into some other chamber: softly, pray.[4180]