Complete Works (Modern Library)

by William Shakespeare

PRINCE HENRY For worms, brave Percy. Farewell, great heart! Ill-weaved89 ambition, how much art thou shrunk? 90 When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too91 small a bound, But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough. This earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout94 a gentleman. 95 If thou wert sensible95 of courtesy, I should not make so great a show of zeal,96 But let my favours97 hide thy mangled face, Covers Hotspur’s face And, even in thy behalf, I’ll thank myself For doing these fair rites of tenderness. 100 Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! Thy ignominy101 sleep with thee in the grave, But not remembered in thy epitaph!—