30452797They wound my thoughts worse then thy sword my flesh,

30462798But thoughts the slaues of life, and life times foole,

30472799And time that takes suruey of all the world

30482800Must haue a stop. O I could prophecy,

30492801But that the earthy and cold hand of death

30502802Lies on my tongue: no Percy thou art dust

30512803And food for.

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 vilest earth

30572809Is roome inough, this earth that beares the dead

30582810Beares not aliue so stout a gentleman,

30592811If thou wert sensible of curtesie

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 these faire rights of tendernesse,

30642816Adiew and take thy praise with thee to heauen,

30652817Thy ignominy sleepe with thee in the graue,

30662818But not remembred in thy Epitaph.

30672820What old acquaintance, could not all this flesh

30682821Keepe in a little life? poore Iacke farewell,

30692822I could haue better sparde a better man:

30702823O I should haue a heauy misse 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.

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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