Alarum. Excursions. Enter the
PRINCE HENRY, Lord John of
LANCASTER, and the Earl of
I prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself. Thou bleedest too much.
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
I beseech your Majesty, make up,
5Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
I will do so.—My Lord of Westmoreland,
Lead him to his tent.
Come, my lord, I’ll lead you to your tent.
Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help,
10And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive
The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
Where stained nobility lies trodden on,
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres.
We breathe too long. Come, cousin Westmoreland,
15Our duty this way lies. For God’s sake, come.
Exeunt Lord John of
By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster.
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit.
Before, I loved thee as a brother, John,
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.