of Henrie the fourth.
30452797They wound my thoughts wor
se then thy
sword my
fle
sh,
30462798But thoughts the
slaues of life, and life times foole,
30472799And time that takes
suruey of all the world
30482800Mu
st haue a
stop. O I could prophecy,
30492801But that the earthy and cold hand of death
30502802Lies on my tongue: no Percy thou art du
st 30522804Pr. For wormes, braue Percy. Fare thee wel great hart
30532805Ill weaud ambition, how much art thou
shrunke,
30542806When that this body did containe a
spirit,
30552807A kingdom for it was too
small a bound,
30562808But now two paces of the vile
st earth
30572809Is roome inough, this earth that beares the dead
30582810Beares not aliue
so
stout a gentleman,
30592811If thou wert
sen
sible of curte
sie
30602812I
should not make
so deare a
shew of zeale,
30612813But let my fauors hide thy mangled face,
30622814And euen in thy behalfe ile thanke my
selfe,
30632815For doing the
se faire rights of tenderne
sse,
30642816Adiew and take thy prai
se with thee to heauen,
30652817Thy ignominy
sleepe with thee in the graue,
30662818But not remembred in thy Epitaph.
2819He spieth Falstalffe on the ground. 30672820What old acquaintance, could not all this
fle
sh 30682821Keepe in a little life? poore Iacke farewell,
30692822I could haue better
sparde a better man:
30702823O
I should haue a heauy mi
sse of thee,
30712824If I were much in loue with vanitie:
30722825Death hath not
strooke
so fat a Deere to day,
30732826Though many dearer in this bloudy fray,
30742827Inboweld will I
see thee by and by,
30752828Til then in bloud by noble Percy lie.
Exit.
30772830Fal. Inboweld, if thou inbowel me to day, ile giue you leaue
30782831to powder me and eate me too to morrowe. Zbloud twas time
30792832to counterfet, or that hot termagant Scot had paide me
scot and
30802833lot too. Counterfet?
I lie,
I am no counterfet, to die is to bee a
30812834counterfet, for he is but the counterfet of a man, who hath not
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