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- King
Henry
the
Fourth,
IV.
v
96
Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood,
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness
Shall, O dear father! pay thee plenteously:
My due from thee is this imperial crown, 40
Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
Derives itself to me. Lo ! here it sits,
[Putting it on his head.]
Which God shall guard; and put the world's whole
strength
Into one giant arm, it shall not force 44
This lineal honour from me. This from thee
Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. Exit.
King. [Waking.] Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence!
Enter Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence [and the rest].
Cla. Doth the king call?
War. What would your majesty? How fares your
Grace? 48
King. 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.
King. The Prince of Wales ! Where is he ? let me
see him: 52
He is not here.
War. This door is open; he is gone this way.
Glo. He came not through the chamber where we
stay'd.
King. Where is the crown? who took it from my
pillow ? 56
War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
King. The prince hath ta'en it hence: go, seek himout.
Is he so hasty that he doth suppose
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