Page 1093 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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CLARENCE
The river hath thrice flowed, no ebb between, [125]
And the old folk, time’s doting chronicles,
Say it did so a little time before
That our great-grandsire, Edward, sicked and died.
WARWICK
Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers.
GLOUCESTER
This apoplexy will certain be his end. [130]
KING
I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence
Into some other chamber. [Softly, pray.]
[They bear him to another place.]
Scene V IT
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. [5]
CLARENCE
His eye is hollow, and he changes much.
WARWICK
Less noise, less noise!
