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My due, from thee, is this imperial crown,
[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.
K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence!
Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest.
Doth the king call? War. What would your majesty? How fares
K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords?
Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my
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 open; he is gone this 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 here.
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.
This part of his conjoins with my disease,
And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you
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
When, like the bee, tolling 1 from every flower
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
1 Taking toll.