Had found some months asleep and leap'd them over. 124
Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between;
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. 128
War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers.
Glo. This apoplexy will certain be his end.
King. I pray you take me up, and bear me hence
Into some other chamber: softly, pray. 132
Scene Five
[Another Chamber
King Henry 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.
War. Call for the music in the other room. 4
King. Set me the crown upon my pillow here.
Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much.
War. Less noise, less noise!
Enter Prince Henry.
Prince.Who saw the Duke of Clarence?
Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness. 8
Prince. How now! rain within doors, and none abroad!
2 dull: soothing, drowsy
