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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
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.
Now, where is he, that will not stay so long
War. My lord, I found the prince in the next
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
Re-enter PRINCE HENRY.
Lo, where he comes.
Come hither to me, Harry :Depart the chamber; leave us here alone.
[Exeunt Clarence, Prince Humphrey, Lords, &c.
P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought:
I stay too long by thee; I weary thee.
Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair,
That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honors Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!
Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm
Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
Thou hast stolen that, which, after some few hours, Were thine without offence; and, at my death,
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation.1
Thy life did manifest, thou lovedst me not,
To stab at half an hour of my life.
What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
Only compound me with forgotten dust;
Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms:
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
For now a time is come to mock at form;
Harry the Fifth is crown'd. Up, vanity!
Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence!
Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum.
Thou has confirmed my opinion.