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Chapter 152
Scene IV. Another part of the field.Alarum. Excursions. Enter the King, the Prince, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Westmoreland King. I prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleedest too much. Lord John of Lancaster, go you unto him. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. Prince. I do beseech your Majesty make up, Lest Your retirement do amaze your friends. King. I will do so. My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. West. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent. Prince. Lead me, my lord, I do not need your help; And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive The Prince of Wales from such a field as this, Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, And rebels' arms triumph in massacres! John. We breathe too long. Come, cousin Westmoreland, Our duty this way lie
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