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And saved the treacherous labour of your son.

KING
Make up to Clifton; I’ll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.
Exit.

Enter Hotspur.

HOTSPUR
If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

PRINCE
Thou speak’st as if I would deny my name.

HOTSPUR

My name is Harry Percy.

PRINCE

Why, then I see [60]
A very valiant rebel of the name.
I am the Prince of Wales, and think not, Percy,
To share with me in glory any more.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere,
Nor can one England brook a double reign [65]
Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.

HOTSPUR
Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come

To end the one of us; and would to God
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

PRINCE
I’ll make it greater ere I part from thee, [70]
And all the budding honours on thy crest
I’ll crop to make a garland for my head.

HOTSPUR