Westmoreland in faith, it is a conquest for a prince to boast of. king henry iv yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin in envy that my lord northumberland should be the father to so blest a son, a son who is the theme of honour's tongue; amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; who is sweet fortune's minion and her pride: whilst i, by looking on the praise of him, see riot and dishonour stain the brow of my young harry. o that it could be proved that some night-tripping fairy had exchanged in cradle-clothes our children where they lay, and call'd mine percy, his plantagenet! then would i have his harry, and he mine. but let him from my thoughts. what think you, coz, of this young percy's pride