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Prince.Why, then, I see

A very valiant rebel of that 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,

Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.

Hot. 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;

And all the budding honours on thy crest

I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

They fight. Enter Falstaff.

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. [Exit Douglas]. The Prince killeth Percy.

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 my flesh:

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;

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—

Prince. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well,

great heart!  65 Cf. n.

81-83 Cf. n. 