25552264There lies a dowlny feather which stirs not,

25562265Did he suspire, that light and weightlesse dowlne

25572266Perforce must moue my gracious lord my father:

25582267This sleepe is sound indeede, this is a sleepe,

25592268That from this golden Rigoll hath diuorst

25602269So many English Kings, thy deaw from me,

25612270Is teares and heauy sorowes of the blood,

25622271Which nature, loue, and filiall tendernesse

25632272Shall (O deare father) pay thee plenteously:

25642273My due from thee is this imperiall Crowne,

25652274Which as immediate from thy place and blood,

25662275Deriues it selfe to me: loe where it sits,

25672276Which God shal guard, and put the worlds whole strength

25682277Into one giant arme, it shal not force,

25692278This lineal honor from me, this from thee

25702279Will I to mine leaue, as tis left to me. exit.

25732281King Warwicke, Gloucester, Clarence.

25742282Clar. Doth the King cal?

25752283War. What would your Maiestie?

25772284King Why did you leaue me here alone, my lords?

25782285Cla. We left the prince my brother here my liege, who vn-

25792286dertooke to sit and watch by you.

25802287King The prince of Wales, where is he? let me see him: he

2580.12288is not here.

25822289War. This doore is open, he is gone this way.

25832290Hum. He came not through the chamber where we staide.

25852291King Where is the Crowne? who took it from my pillow?

25872292War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.

25892293King The Prince hath tane it hence, go seeke him out:

25912294Is he so hastie, that he doth suppose my sleepe my death?

25922295Finde him, my lord of Warwicke, chide him hither.

25932296This part of his conioynes with my disease,

25942297And helps to end me: see, sonnes, what things you are,

25962298How quickly nature falls into reuolt,

25972299When gold becomes her obiect?