| 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 | 5 |
| | 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, | 10 |
| | 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; | 15 |
| | 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!' | 20 |
| | 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 | 25 |
| | 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; | 30 |
| | 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 | 35 |
| | 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. | 40 |
| | Exeunt | |
