How doth the king?
Glo.Exceeding ill.
Prince.Heard he the good news yet?
Tell it him.
Glo. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. 12
Prince. If he be sick with joy, he'll recover
without physic.
War. Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet prince, speak low;
The king your father is dispos'd to sleep. 16
Cla. 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.
Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, 20
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! 24
Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet
As he whose brow with homely biggin bound
Snores out the watch of night. O majesty!
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit 28
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather which stirs not:
Did he suspire, that light and weightless down 32
Perforce must move. My gracious lord! my father!
This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep
That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd
So many English kings. Thy due from me 36
23 ports: gates
26 biggin: nightcap
30 with safety: while it gives safety
32 suspire: breathe
35 rigol: circle, crown
