Another Part of the Field. |
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Alarums. Enter KING HENRY and Forces; EXETER, and Others. |
K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant countrymen: |
But all's not done; yet keep the French the field. |
Exe. The Duke of York commends him to your majesty. |
K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice within this hour |
I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; |
From helmet to the spur all blood he was. |
Exe. In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie, |
Larding the plain; and by his bloody side,— |
Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,— |
The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. |
Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over, |
Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, |
And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes |
That bloodily did yawn upon his face; |
And cries aloud, 'Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk! |
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven; |
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly abreast, |
As in this glorious and well-foughten field, |
We kept together in our chivalry!' |
Upon these words I came and cheer'd him up: |
He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand, |
And with a feeble gripe says, 'Dear my lord, |
Commend my service to my sovereign.' |
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck |
He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; |
And so espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd |
A testament of noble-ending love. |
The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd |
Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd; |
But I had not so much of man in me, |
And all my mother came into mine eyes |
And gave me up to tears. |
K. Hen. I blame you not; |
For, hearing this, I must perforce compound |
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too. [Alarum. |
But hark! what new alarum is this same? |
The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men: |
Then every soldier kill his prisoners! |
Give the word through. [Exeunt. |
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