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ACT II SCENE III London. Before a tavern. 
 Enter PISTOL, Hostess, NYM, BARDOLPH, and Boy 
Hostess Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines. 
PISTOL No; for my manly heart doth yearn. 
 Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins: 
 Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead, 5
 And we must yearn therefore. 
BARDOLPH Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in 
 heaven or in hell! 
Hostess Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's 
 bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made 10
 a finer end and went away an it had been any 
 christom child; a' parted even just between twelve 
 and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after 
 I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with 
 flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew 15
 there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as 
 a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now, 
 sir John!' quoth I 'what, man! be o' good 
 cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or 
 four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a' 20
 should not think of God; I hoped there was no need 
 to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So 
 a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my 
 hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as 
 cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and 25
 they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and 
 upward, and all was as cold as any stone. 
NYM They say he cried out of sack. 
Hostess Ay, that a' did. 
BARDOLPH And of women. 30
Hostess Nay, that a' did not. 
Boy Yes, that a' did; and said they were devils 
Hostess A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he 
 never liked. 35
Boy A' said once, the devil would have him about women. 
Hostess A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then 
 he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon. 
Boy Do you not remember, a' saw a flea stick upon 
 Bardolph's nose, and a' said it was a black soul 40
 burning in hell-fire? 
BARDOLPH Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire: 
 that's all the riches I got in his service. 
NYM Shall we shog? the king will be gone from 
 Southampton. 45
PISTOL Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips. 
 Look to my chattels and my movables: 
 Let senses rule; the word is 'Pitch and Pay:' 
 Trust none; 
 For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, 50
 And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck: 
 Therefore, Caveto be thy counsellor. 
 Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms, 
 Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys, 
 To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck! 55
Boy And that's but unwholesome food they say. 
PISTOL Touch her soft mouth, and march. 
BARDOLPH Farewell, hostess. 
 Kissing her 
NYM I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu. 
PISTOL Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command. 60
Hostess Farewell; adieu. 

Henry V, Act 2, Scene 4


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