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Henry V

Act IV, Scene 6

Another part of the field.
 
[Alarums. Enter KING HENRY and forces, EXETER, and others]
 
KING HENRY V
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      Well have we | done, thrice-va|liant coun|trymen,
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      But all's | not done,| yet keep | the French | the field.
 
EXETER
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      The Duke | of York | commends | him to your ma|jesty.
 
KING HENRY V
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      Lives he | good un|cle: thrice | within | this hour
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      I saw | him down;| thrice^up | again,| and fight||ing;
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      From | helmet | to the spur | all blood | he was.
 
EXETER
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      In which^ar|ray (brave sol|dier) doth | he lie,
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      Larding | the plain:| and by | his bloo|dy side,
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      (Yoke-fel/low to | his ho|nor-ow|ing wounds)
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      The no|ble Earl | of Suf|folk al|so lies.
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      Suffolk | first died, and York | all hag|gled o||ver
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      Comes | to him, where | in gore | he lay | insteeped,
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      And takes | him by | the beard,| kisses the | gashes
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      That bloo|dily | did spawn | upon | his face.
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      He cries | aloud;| tarry my | cousin | Suffolk,
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      My soul | shall thine | keep company | to heaven:
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      Tarry |(sweet* soul)| for mine,| then fly | abreast:
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      As in | this glo|rious and / well-fough|ten field
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      We kept | toge|ther in | our chi|valry.
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      Upon | these^words | I came,| and cheered | him up,
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      He smiled | me in | the face,| raught me | his hand,
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      And with a | feeble | grip, says: dear | my lord,
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      Commend | my ser|vice to | my so|vereign.
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      So did | he turn,| and o|ver Suf|folk's neck
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      He threw | his woun|ded arm,| and kissed | his lips,
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      And so | espoused | to death,| with blood | he sealed
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      A tes|tament | of no|ble-en|ding love:
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      The pret|ty and / sweet man|ner of | it forced
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      Those^wa|ters from | me, which | I would | have stopped,
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      But I | had not | so much | of man | in me,
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      And all | my mo|ther came | into | mine eyes
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      And gave | me up | to tears.
 
KING HENRY V
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                                   I blame | you not,
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      For hea|ring this,| I must | perforce | compound
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      With mist|ful eyes,| or they | will is|sue too.
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      But hark,| what new | ala|rum is | this^same?
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      The French | have re|inforced | their scat|tered men:
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      Then e|very sol|dier kill | his pri|soners,
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      Give the | word | through.  \\
 
[Exeunt]

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