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I can no longer brook thy vanities.

They fight. Enter Falstaff.

FALSTAFF
Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! Nay, you shall find no boy’s play here, I can tell you.
[75]

Enter Douglas. He fighteth with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were
dead. [Exit Douglas.] The Prince killeth Percy.

HOTSPUR
O Harry, thou hast robbed 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 my flesh.

But thoughts the slaves of life, and life time’s fool, [80]
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
But that the earthy and cold hand of death

Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust,
And food for − [85]
[Dies.]

PRINCE
For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart.

Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
When that this body did contain a spirit,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
But now two paces of the vilest earth [90]
Is room enough. This earth that bears thee dead

Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I should not make so dear a show of zeal.

But let my favours hide thy mangled face; [95]
And, even in thy behalf, I’ll thank myself
For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven.