War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
King. The prince hath ta'en it hence: go, seek him out.[4210]60
Is he so hasty that he doth suppose[4210]
My sleep my death?[4210]
Find him, my Lord of Warwick; chide him hither.[4210]
[Exit Warwick.[4210]
This part of his conjoins with my disease,[4210]
And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you are![4210]65
How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object![4211]
For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,[4212][4213]
Their bones with industry;[4212]70
For this they have engrossed and piled up[4214]
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, culling from every flower[4215]75
The virtuous sweets,[4216][4217][4218]
Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,[4217][4218][4219]
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,[4218][4220]
Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste[4218]
Yield his engrossments to the ending father.[4218]80
Re-enter Warwick.[4221]
Now, where is he that will not stay so long
Till his friend sickness hath determined me?[4222]
War. My lord, I found the prince in the next room,
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow85
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.
King. But wherefore did he take away the crown?
Re-enter Prince Henry.[4223]
Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry.90
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.