K. Hen. The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
[15] And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
Have now the fatal object in my eye
[♦] Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill’d.
Glou. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
That taught his son the office of a fowl!
20 And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown’d.
[♦] K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;