Another part of the battlefield.
(King Henry the Fifth; Exeter)English
Exeter tells of the death of York and Suffolk in each other’s arms. Henry sees the French making a new assault and orders that all prisoners be killed. (39 lines)
Alarum. Enter the King and his Train with prisoners; Exeter and others. K. HEN. EXE.
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
I 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)
The 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.
He 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!”
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.”
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
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.
I blame you not,
For hearing this, I must perforce compound
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.
But hark, what new alarum is this same?
The French have reinforc’d their scatter’d men.
Then every soldier kill his prisoners,
Give the word through.
Exeunt. K. HEN. EXE.