#henry five

Newborns, according to henry

New baby, according to henry

In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie, Larding the plain. And by his bloody side, Yokefellow to his honour-owing wounds, The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled over, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteeped, And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes That bloodily did yawn upon his face, 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.' Upon these words I came and cheered him up. He smiled me in the face, raught me his hand, And with a feeble grip sys, 'Dear my lord, Commend my service to my sovereign.' So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm, and kissed his lips, And so espoused to death, with blood he sealed A testament of noble-ending love. The pretty and sweet manner of it forced Those waters from me which I would have stopped. But I had not so much of man in me, And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.