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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. | 5 |
| 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,— | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| 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, | 20 |
| 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.’ | 25 |
| 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 | 30 |
| 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; | 35 |
| 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! | 40 |
| Give the word through. [Exeunt. | |
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