I saw him down; thrice up again and fighting;
From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.
Exe. In which array, (brave soldier), did he lie,
Larding the plain; and by his bloody side,
(Yoke fellow to his honour-owing wounds),
The noble Earl of Suffolk also lay.
Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over,
Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep’d,
And takes him by the hand; kisses the gashes,
That bloodily did yarn upon his face;