Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Now, where is hee, that will not stay so long,
King. Till his Friend Sicknesse hath determin'd me?
War. War.
War. My Lord, I found the Prince in the next Roome,
War. Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes,
War. With such a deepe demeanure, in great sorrow,
War. That Tyranny, which neuer quafft but blood,
War. Would (by beholding him) haue wash'd his Knife
War. With gentle eye‑drops. Hee is comming hither.
King. King.
King. But wherefore did hee take away the Crowne?
King. Enter Prince Henry.
King. Loe, where hee comes. Come hither to me (Harry.)
King. Depart the Chamber, leaue vs heere alone.
King. Exit.
P. Hen. P. Hen.
P. Hen. I neuer thought to heare you speake againe.
King. Thy wish was Father (Harry) to that thought:
King. I stay too long by thee, I wearie thee.