Act 4 — ACT IV. SCENE VIII. The same. Another Part of the Field of Battle.
Reading edition
[Enter Audley, wounded, & rescued by two squires.]
ESQUIRE. How fares my Lord?
AUDLEY. Even as a man may do, That dines at such a bloody feast as this.
ESQUIRE. I hope, my Lord, that is no mortal scar.
AUDLEY. 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.
[Exeunt.]