2485King. Well haue we done, thrice-valiant Countrimen,

2486But all's not done, yet keepe the French the field.

2487Exe. The D. of Y ork commends him to your Maiesty

2488King. Liues he good Vnckle: thrice within this houre

2489I saw him downe; thrice vp againe, and fighting,

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)

2494The Noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes.

2495Suffolke first dyed, and Yorke all hagled ouer

2496Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteeped,

2497And takes him by the Beard, kisses the gashes

2498That bloodily did yawne vpon his face.

2499He cryes aloud; Tarry my Cosin Suffolke,

2500My soule shall thine keepe company to heauen:

2501Tarry (sweet soule) for mine, then flye a-brest:

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,

2510And so espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd

2511A Testament of Noble-ending-loue:

2512The prettie and sweet manner of it forc'd

2513Those waters from me, which I would haue stop'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

2519With mixtfull eyes, or they will issue to. Alarum

2520But hearke, what new alarum is this same?

2521The French haue re-enforc'd their scatter'd men:

2522Then euery souldiour kill his Prisoners,

2523Giue the word through. Exit