_Prince._ O God! they did me too much injury[3182] That ever said I hearken'd for your death.[3183] If it were so, I might have let alone The insulting hand of Douglas over you, Which would have been as speedy in your end 55 As all the poisonous potions in the world, And saved the treacherous labour of your son. _King._ Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.[3184] [_Exit._ _Enter_ HOTSPUR. _Hot._ If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.[3185] _Prince._ Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.[3186] 60 _Hot._ My name is Harry Percy. _Prince._ Why, then I see[3187] A very valiant rebel of the name.[3187][3188] 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; 65 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[3189] Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! 70 _Prince._ I'll make it greater ere I part from thee; And all the budding honours on thy crest[3190] I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. _Hot._ I can no longer brook thy vanities. [_They fight._[3191] _Enter_ FALSTAFF. _Fal._ Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! Nay, you shall find 75 no boy's play here, I can tell you. _Re-enter_ DOUGLAS; _he fights with_ FALSTAFF, _who falls down as if he were dead, and exit_ DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR _is wounded, and falls_.[3192] _Hot._ O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth![3193] I better brook the loss of brittle life[3194] Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh:[3195] 80 But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;[3196] 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[3197] Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust, 85 And food for-- [_Dies._