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: 64
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 68
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 72
I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities.
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! Nay, you
shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. 76
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: 80
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 84
Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust,
And food for— [Dies.]
Prince. For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well,
great heart!
