Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE VI.
The same. Another Part of it.
Alarums. Enter King Henry, and Forces;
Exeter and Others, with him.
Kin.
Well have we done, thrice-valiant countrymen:
But all's not done, yet keep the French the field.
Exe.
The duke of York commends him to your majesty.
Kin.
Lives he, good uncle? thrice, within this hour,
I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting;
From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.
Exe.
In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie,
Larding the plain: and by his bloody side
(Yoak-fellow to his honour-owing note wounds)
The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.
Suffolk first dy'd: and York, all haggl'd o'er note,
Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd,
And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes,
That bloodily did yawn upon his face;
And cries aloud,—Tarry, my cousin Suffolk!
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven:
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast;
As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,
We kept together in our chivalry!
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Upon these words, I came, and cheer'd him up:
He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand,
And, with a feeble gripe, says,—Dear my lord,
Commend my service to my sovereign.
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips;
And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending note love:
The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
Those waters from me, which I would have stop'd; note
But I had not so much of man in me;
But all note my mother came into mine eyes,
And gave me up to tears.
Kin.
I blame you not;
For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
With mistful note14Q0759 eyes, or they will issue too.—
[a loud Alarum.
But, hark!14Q0760 what new alarum is this same?—
The French have re-inforc'd their scatter'd men:—
Then every soldier kill his prisoners;
Give the word through.
[Exeunt.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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