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- Edition: Henry V
Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)
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 2483Alarum. Enter the King and his trayne,
 2484with Prisoners.
 2485King. Well haue we done, thrice-valiant Countrimen,
 2486But all's not done, yet keepe the French the field.
 2488King. Liues he good Vnckle: thrice within this houre
 2490From Helmet to the spurre, all blood he was.
 2491Exe. In which array (braue Soldier) doth he lye,
 2492Larding the plaine: and by his bloody side,
 2493(Yoake-fellow to his honour-owing-wounds)
 2496Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteeped,
 2498That bloodily did yawne vpon his face.
 2502As in this glorious and well-foughten field
 2503We kept together in our Chiualrie.
 2504Vpon these words I came, and cheer'd him vp,
 2505He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand,
 2506And with a feeble gripe, sayes: Deere my Lord,
 2507Commend my seruice to my Soueraigne,
 2508So did he turne, and ouer Suffolkes necke
 2509He threw his wounded arme, and kist his lippes,
 2511A Testament of Noble-ending-loue:
 2512The prettie and sweet manner of it forc'd
 2514But I had not so much of man in mee,
 2515And all my mother came into mine eyes,
 2516And gaue me vp to teares.
 2517King. I blame you not,
 2518For hearing this, I must perforce compound
 2520But hearke, what new alarum is this same?
 2521The French haue re-enforc'd their scatter'd men:
 2523Giue the word through. Exit