24831227Enter the King and his Nobles, Pistoll. Yet
of Henry the fift.
24861229Yet all is not done, yet keepe the French the
field.
24871230Exe. The Duke of
Yorke commends him to your Grace.
24881231King. Liues he good Vncle, twi
se I
sawe him downe,
24901233From helmet to the
spurre, all bleeding ore.
24911234Exe. In which aray, braue
souldier doth he lye,
24921235Larding the plaines and by his bloody
side,
24931236Yoake fellow to his honour dying wounds,
24941237The noble Earle of
Suffolke al
so lyes.
24951238Suffolke fir
st dyde, and
Yorke all ha
sted ore,
24961239Comes to him where in blood he lay
steept,
24971240And takes him by the beard, ki
sses the ga
shes
24981241That bloodily did yane vpon his face,
24991242And cryde aloud, tary deare cou
sin
Suffolke: 25001243My
soule
shall thine keep company in heauen:
25011244Tary deare
soule awhile, then
flie to re
st:
25021245And in this glorious and well foughten
field,
25031246We kept togither in our chiualdry.
25041247Vpon the
se words I came and cheerd them vp,
25061248He tooke me by the hand,
said deare my Lord,
25071249Commend my
seruice to my
soueraigne.
25081250So did he turne, and ouer
Suffolkes necke
25091251He threw his wounded arme, and
so e
spou
sed to death,
25101252With blood he
sealed. An argument
25111253Of neuer ending loue. The pretie and
sweet maner of it,
25121254For
st tho
se waters from me, which I would haue
stopt,
25151256But all my mother came into my eyes,
25171258Kin. I blame you not: for hearing you,
25221262Bid euery
souldier kill his pri
soner.