:07:06
Harry,
thou hast robb'd me of youth.
:07:11
I better brook the loss of brittle
life, than those proud titles...
:07:15
...thou hast won of me. They
wound my thought worse than...
:07:19
...thy sword my flesh, but
thought's the slave of life...
:07:23
...and life, time's fool, and
time must have a stop.
:07:29
O, I could prophesy...
:07:35
...but that the earthly and cold
hand of death lies on my tongue.
:07:39
Percy...
:07:42
...thou are dust, and food for...
:07:53
...for worms, brave Percy.
:07:56
Fare thee well, great heart.
:08:00
Ill weav'd ambition when
that this body did...
:08:02
...contain a spirit, a kingdom
for it was too small a bound...
:08:07
...but now two paces of
heaven, is room enough.
:08:12
This earth bears not alive
so stout a gentleman.
:08:20
Adieu!
:08:30
What old acquaintance.
:08:33
Could not all this flesh
keep in a little life?
:08:37
Farewell, poor Jack. I could have
better spar'd a better man.
:08:47
Embowell'd will I see thee
by and by.
:08:52
Embowell'd?
:08:54
If thou embowell me to-day,
powder and eat me later.