Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hot. To end the one of vs; and would to heauen,
Hot. Thy name in Armes, were now as great as mine.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. Ile make it greater, ere I part from thee,
Prin. And all the budding Honors on thy Crest,
Prin. Ile crop, to make a Garland for my head.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. I can no longer brooke thy Vanities.
Hot. Fight.
Hot. Enter Falstaffe.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Well said Hal, to it Hal. Nay you shall finde no
Fal. Boyes play heere, I can tell you.
Fal. Enter Dowglas, he fights with Falstaffe, who fals down
Fal. as if he were dead. The Prince killeth Percie.
Hot. Oh Harry, thou hast rob'd me of my youth:
Hot. I better brooke the losse of brittle life,
Hot. Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me,
Hot. They wound my thoghts worse, then the sword my flesh: