GLOUCESTER. This apoplexy will certain be his end. KING. I pray you take me up, and bear me hence Into some other chamber: softly, pray. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Another chamber. The King lying on a bed. Clarence, Gloucester, Warwick and others in attendance. KING. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends, Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper music to my weary spirit. WARWICK. Call for the music in the other room. KING. Set me the crown upon my pillow here. CLARENCE. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. WARWICK. Less noise, less noise! Enter Prince Henry. PRINCE. Who saw the Duke of Clarence? CLARENCE. I am here, brother, full of heaviness. 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._] 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 biggen bound 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, That scald’st 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. My due from thee is this imperial crown, Which, as immediate from thy place and blood, Derives itself to me. Lo, where it sits, Which God shall guard; and put the world’s whole strength Into one giant arm, it shall not force This lineal honour from me. This from thee Will I to mine leave, as ’tis left to me. [_Exit._] KING. Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence! Enter Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence and the rest. CLARENCE. Doth the King call? WARWICK. What would your Majesty? How fares your Grace? KING. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? CLARENCE. We left the Prince my brother here, my liege, Who undertook to sit and watch by you. KING. The Prince of Wales! Where is he? Let me see him. He is not here. WARWICK. This door is open, he is gone this way. GLOUCESTER. He came not through the chamber where we stay’d. KING. Where is the crown? Who took it from my pillow?