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P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come
And all the budding honors on thy crest
I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
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;
They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
But that the earthy and cold hand of death
[dies. P. Hen, For worms, brave Percy! Fare thee well, great heart!
Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
Is room enough. This earth, that bears thee dead,
If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I should not make so dear a show of zeal :
Adieu! and take thy praise with thee to heaven :
But not remember'd in thy epitaph.
[he sees Falstaff on the ground.
What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
1 Scarf, with which he covers Percy's face.