Page 1097 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,
Their bones with industry.
For this they have engrossed and pilèd up [70]
The cankered heaps of strange-achievèd gold;

For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises;
When, like the bee, tolling from every flower
[The virtuous sweets], [75]

Our thighs packed with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees,
Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste
Yields his engrossments to the ending father.

Enter Warwick.
Now, where is he that will not stay so long [80]
Till his friend sickness have determined me?

WARWICK
My lord, I found the prince in the next room,

Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow
That tyranny, which never quaffed but blood, [85]
Would, by beholding him, have washed his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.

KING
But wherefore did he take away the crown?
Enter [Prince] Henry.
Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry.
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. [90]

Exeunt [Warwick and the rest].

PRINCE
I never thought to hear you speak again.

KING
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair