ACT IV
SCENE VI Another part of the field.


 [Alarums. Enter KING HENRY and forces, EXETER, and others]

KING HENRY V Well have we done, thrice valiant countrymen:
 But all's not done; yet keep the French the field.

EXETER The Duke of York commends him to your majesty.

KING HENRY V 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.

EXETER 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 spawn 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 smiled me in the face, raught me his hand,
 And, with a feeble gripe, says 'Dear my lord,
 Commend my service to me sovereign.'
 So did he turn and over Suffolk's neck
 He threw his wounded arm and kiss'd his lips;
 And so espoused to death, with blood he seal'd
 A testament of noble-ending love.
 The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
 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.

KING HENRY V 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 reinforced their scatter'd men:
 Then every soldier kill his prisoners:
 Give the word through.

 [Exeunt]




 KING HENRY V


ACT IV