Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. But all's not done, yet keepe the French the field.
Exe. Exe.
Exe. The D. of York commends him to your Maiesty
King. King.
King. Liues he good Vnckle: thrice within this houre
King. I saw him downe; thrice vp againe, and fighting,
King. From Helmet to the spurre, all blood he was.
Exe. In which array (braue Soldier) doth he lye,
Exe. Larding the plaine: and by his bloody side,
Exe. (Yoake-fellow to his honour-owing-wounds)
Exe. The Noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes.
Exe. Suffolke first dyed, and Yorke all hagled ouer
Exe. Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteeped,
Exe. And takes him by the Beard, kisses the gashes
Exe. That bloodily did yawne vpon his face.
Exe. He cryes aloud; Tarry my Cosin Suffolke,
Exe. My soule shall thine keepe company to heauen:
Exe. Tarry (sweet soule) for mine, then flye a-brest:
Exe. As in this glorious and well-foughten field