The Prince killeth Percy [Hotspur] HOTSPUR O, Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth! I better brook the loss of brittle79 life 80 Than those proud titles80 thou hast won of me. They wound my thoughts worse than the sword my flesh: 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,84 85 But that the earth and the cold hand of death Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust And food for—
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