_Alarums. Enter_ KING HENRY _and forces_, EXETER, _and others_.[5202]
_K. Hen._ Well have we done, thrice valiant countrymen:
But all's not done; yet keep the French the field.[5203]
_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; 5
From helmet to the spur all blood he was.[5204]
_Exe._ In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie,
Larding the plain; and by his bloody side,[5205]
Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,
The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. 10
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![5206] 15
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven;[5207]
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: 20
He smiled me in the face, raught me his hand,[5208]
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; 25
And so espoused to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.[5209]
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, 30
And all my mother came into mine eyes[5210]
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.[5211] [_Alarum._
But, hark! what new alarum is this same?[5212] 35
The French have reinforced their scatter'd men:[5213][5214]
Then every soldier kill his prisoners;[5213][5215]
Give the word through. [_Exeunt._[5216]