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Henry V: Act II, Scene 3

Henry V
Act II, Scene 3

London. Before a tavern in Eastcheap.

  1. Enter Pistol, Nym, Bardolph, Boy, and Hostess.

Hostess

1
  1. Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

Pistol

2 - 5
  1. No; for my manly heart doth ern.
  2. Bardolph, be blithe; Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins;
  3. Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
  4. And we must ern therefore.

Bardolph

6 - 7
  1. Would I were with him, wheresome’er he is, either in heaven
  2. or in hell!

Hostess

8 - 23
  1. Nay sure, he’s not in hell; he’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever
  2. man went to Arthur’s bosom. ’A made a finer end, and went
  3. away and it had been any christom child. ’A parted ev’n just
  4. between twelve and one, ev’n at the turning o’ th’ tide; for
  5. after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with
  6. flowers, and smile upon his finger’s end, I knew there was
  7. but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and ’a
  8. babbl’d of green fields. How now, Sir John?” quoth I,
  9. what, man? Be a’ good cheer.” So ’a cried out, God, God,
  10. God!” three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him ’a
  11. should not think of God; I hop’d there was no need to
  12. trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So ’a bade me
  13. lay more clothes on his feet. I put my hand into the bed and
  14. felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt
  15. to his knees, and so up’ard and up’ard, and all was as cold
  16. as any stone.

Nym

24
  1. They say he cried out of sack.

Hostess

25
  1. Ay, that ’a did.

Bardolph

26
  1. And of women.

Hostess

27
  1. Nay, that ’a did not.

Boy

28
  1. Yes, that ’a did, and said they were dev’ls incarnate.

Hostess

29
  1. ’A could never abide carnation’twas a color he never lik’d.

Boy

30
  1. ’A said once, the dev’l would have him about women.

Hostess

31 - 32
  1. ’A did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then he was
  2. rheumatic, and talk’d of the whore of Babylon.

Boy

33 - 34
  1. Do you not remember, ’a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph’s
  2. nose, and ’a said it was a black soul burning in hell?

Bardolph

35 - 36
  1. Well, the fuel is gone that maintain’d that fire. That’s all
  2. the riches I got in his service.

Nym

37
  1. Shall we shog? The King will be gone from Southampton.

Pistol

38 - 47
  1. Come, let’s away. My love, give me thy lips.
  2. Look to my chattels and my moveables.
  3. Let senses rule; the word is Pitch and pay”;
  4. Trust none;
  5. For oaths are straws, men’s faiths are wafer-cakes,
  6. And Hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;
  7. Therefore Caveto be thy counsellor.
  8. Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
  9. Let us to France, like horse-leeches, my boys,
  10. To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!

Boy

48
  1. And that’s but unwholesome food, they say.

Pistol

49
  1. Touch her soft mouth, and march.

Bardolph

50
  1. Farewell, hostess.
  1. Kissing her.

Nym

51
  1. I cannot kiss, that is the humor of it; but adieu.

Pistol

52
  1. Let huswifery appear. Keep close, I thee command.

Hostess

53
  1. Farewell; adieu.
  1. Exeunt.
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