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,
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 him out.
Is he so hasty that he doth suppose
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