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P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my
Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
Why, then I see
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you.
Enter DOUGLAS: he fights with Falstaff, who falls down
as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hotspur is wounded, and falls. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my
youth : I better brook the loss of brittle life,
Than those proud titles thou hast won of me:
But thought 's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
[dies. P. Hen, For worms, brave Percy! Fare thee well,
Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk !
[he sees Falstaff on the ground. What! old acquaintance ! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
i Scarf, with which he covers Percy's face.