Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, being so troublesome a bedfellow? O majesty, when thou dost pinch thy bearer thou dost sit like a rich armour worn in the heat of day, that scalds with safety. My gracious lord. My father.
Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not,
And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
Thou hidest a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
To stab at half an hour of my life.
The way Hal (Jamie Parker) strokes the king’s hand in this scene (Henry IV Part 2 at The Globe) kills me. He’s like a little kid, playing with his dad’s hand while he tells him a bedtime story. It’s so familiar - so intimate and natural - one of the few times they actually make any physical contact and one of the only times the king isn’t yelling at him for being a wayward child.
And then his dad sighs: “My Harry…” and Hal has to turn away to stop himself from crying