Glou. Exceeding ill.
Prince. Heard he the good news yet?[4185]
Tell it him.[4185][4186]
Glou. He alter'd much upon the hearing it.[4187]
Prince. If he be sick with joy, he'll recover without[4188][4189]
physic.[4188]15
War. Not so much noise, my lords: sweet prince, speak low;[4190]
The king your father is disposed to sleep.
Clar. Let us withdraw into the other room.
War. Will't please your grace to go along with us?
Prince. No; I will sit and watch here by the king.20
[Exeunt all except the Prince.[4191]
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![4192]25
Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet[4193]
As he whose brow with homely biggen bound[4194]
Snores out the watch of night. O majesty!
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,30
That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath[4195]
There lies a downy feather which stirs not:[4196]
Did he suspire, that light and weightless down[4197]
Perforce must move. My gracious lord! my father![4198]
This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep,35
That from this golden rigol hath divorced[4199]
So many English kings. Thy due from me[4200]
Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood,
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:40
My due from thee is this imperial crown,[4201]
Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,[4202]
Which God shall guard: and put the world's whole strength[4203][4204]
Into one giant arm, it shall not force[4203]45
This lineal honour from me: this from thee[4203]
Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.[4203] [Exit.