TPTT The Life of Henry the Fifth: ACT IV
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
PROLOGUE.
SCENE I. The English camp at Agincourt.
SCENE II. The French camp.
SCENE III. The English camp.
SCENE IV. The field of battle.
SCENE V. Another part of the field.
SCENE VI. Another part of the field.
SCENE VII. Another part of the field.
SCENE VIII. Before KING HENRY'S pavilion.
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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.
Exeunt
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