Page 548 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Where is our uncle? What’s the matter, Suffolk?
SUFFOLK
Dead in his bed, my lord: Gloucester is dead.
MARGARET
Marry, God forfend! [30]
WINCHEST ER
God’s secret judgment: I did dream tonight
The duke was dumb and could not speak a word.
The king swoons.
MARGARET
How fares my lord? - Help, lords, the king is dead!
SOMERSET
Rear up his body; wring him by the nose.
MARGARET
Run, go, help, help! [Exit attendant] - O Henry, ope thine eyes! [35]
SUFFOLK
He doth revive again: madam, be patient.
KING HENRY
O heavenly God!
MARGARET
How fares my gracious lord?
SUFFOLK
Comfort, my sovereign! Gracious Henry, comfort!
KING HENRY
What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me?
Came he right now to sing a raven’s note, [40]
Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;
And thinks he that the chirping of a wren,
