Act IV, Scene 8
Poitou. Fields near Poitiers. Another part of the field of battle.
Enter Audley, wounded, and rescued by two English Esquires.
First English Esquire
How fares my lord?
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Even as a man may do,
That dines at such a bloody feast as this.
Second English Esquire
I hope, my lord, that is no mortal scar.
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No matter, if it be; the count is cast,
And, in the worst, ends but a mortal man.
Good friends, convey me to the princely Edward,
That in the crimson bravery of my blood
I may become him with saluting him.
I’ll smile, and tell him, that this open scar
Doth end the harvest of his Audley’s war.
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