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My due, from thee, is this imperial crown,
Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,-

[putting it on his head. Which Heaven shall guard : and put the world's

whole strength Into one giant arm, it shall not force This lineal honor from me. This from thee Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. [Exit.

K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence !

Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest. Cla.

Doth the king call? War. What would your majesty? How fares

your grace ? K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my

lords ? Cla. We left the prince my 'brother here, my

liege, Who undertook to sit and watch by you. K. Hen. The prince of Wales ? Where is he? let

me see him :
He is not here.
War. This door is

he is

way. P. Hum. He came not through the chamber

where we stay'd. K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from

my pillow War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it


gone this

K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence :-go,

seek him out. Is he so hasty, that he doth

suppose My sleep my death? Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither.

[Exit Warwick. This part of his conjoins with my disease, And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you

are ! How quickly nature falls into revolt, When gold becomes her object ! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains

with care,


Their bones with industry;
For this they have engrossed and piled up
The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises :
When, like the bee, tolling 1 from every flower
The virtuous sweets;
Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with

We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Are murder’d for our pains. This bitter taste
Yield his engrossments to the ending father.

* Taking toll.

2 Accumulations.

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