King. I prithee,[3164]
Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.[3164][3165]
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.[3164]
Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
Prince. I beseech your majesty, make up,[3166]5
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.[3167]
King. I will do so.[3168]
My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.[3168]
West. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.[3169]
Prince. Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:10
And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive[3170]
The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,[3171]
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
Lan. We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland,15
Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come.
[Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland.[3172]
Prince. By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;[3170]
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.20
King. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.