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_ ACT II. SCENE III.
Eastcheap. Before the Boar's Head 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 earn.
Bardolph, be blithe; Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins;
Boy, bristle thy courage up. For Falstaff he is dead,
And we must earn 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 a finer end, and
went away an it had been any christom child; 'a parted ev'n just
between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th' tide; for
after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers,
and smile upon his fingers' end, I knew there was but one way;
for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbl'd 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 should not think of God; I
hop'd 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 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.
HOSTESS.
Nay, that 'a did not.
BOY.
Yes, that 'a did, and said they were devils incarnate.
HOSTESS.
'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he
never liked.
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 talk'd 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 burning in hell?
BARDOLPH.
Well, the fuel is gone that maintain'd that fire:
that's all the riches I got in his service.
NYM.
Shall we shog? The King will be gone from Southampton.
PISTOL.
Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips.
Look to my chattles and my moveables;
Let senses rule. The word is 'Pitch and Pay.'
Trust none;
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And Holdfast 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.
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.
HOSTESS.
Farewell; adieu.
[Exeunt.] _
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