How shall it be ?' 'As you will,' said the King; 'only let me sleep.' He spoke drowsily, as if not really awake, but it is thought that he was more watchful than he chose to appear.
They held a hasty conference, Geoffrey his bastard, the Marshal, the Bishop: these and the French ambassadors.

On the King's part they made but one request; and Geoffrey made that.

The King was dying: let him be taken down to his castle of Chinon, not die in the fields like an old hunting dog.

This was allowed.

He took no sort of notice, let them do what they would with him, slept incessantly all the way to Chinon.
They brought him the parchments, sealed with his great seal; and he, quite broken, set his hand to them without so much as a curse on the robbery done his kingdom.