Alarum Enter KING
HENRY and forces, EXETER, and others
Well have we done, thrice-valiant countrymen,
But all’s not done. Yet keep the French the field.
The duke of York commends him to your Majesty.
Lives he, good uncle? Thrice within this hour
5I saw him down, thrice up again and fighting.
From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.
In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie,
Larding the plain, and by his bloody side,
Yoke-fellow to his honor-owing wounds,
10The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.
Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled over,
Comes to him where in gore he lay insteeped
And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes
That bloodily did yawn upon his face.
15And cries aloud, “Tarry, my 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.”
20Upon these words I came and cheered him up.
He smiled me in the face, raught me his hand,
And with a feeble grip, says “Dear my lord,
Commend my service to my sovereign.”
So did he turn, and over Suffolk’s neck