Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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
Exe. We kept together in our Chiualrie.
Exe. Vpon these words I came, and cheer'd him vp,
Exe. He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand,
Exe. And with a feeble gripe, sayes: Deere my Lord,
Exe. Commend my seruice to my Soueraigne,
Exe. So did he turne, and ouer Suffolkes necke
Exe. He threw his wounded arme, and kist his lippes,
Exe. And so espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd
Exe. A Testament of Noble-ending-loue:
Exe. The prettie and sweet manner of it forc'd
Exe. Those waters from me, which I would haue stop'd,