Boy.
Host.
Prithee, honey-sweet note husband, let me bring thee
to Staines.
Pist.
No; for my manly heart doth yearn note.
Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins:
note
Boy note, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
And we must yearn note therefore note.
Bard.
Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is,
either in heaven or in hell note!
Host.
Nay, sure, he's not in hell note: he's in Arthur's bosom,
if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made a
finer note end and went away an it note had been any christom note
child; a' parted even just note between twelve and one, even at
the note turning o' note the tide: for after I saw him fumble with
the sheets and play with note flowers and smile upon his
fingers' ends note, I knew there was but one way; for his nose
was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. note
-- 521 --
‘How now, Sir John!’ quoth I: ‘what, man! be o' good note
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 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 note stone; then I felt to
his knees, and they were as cold as any stone, and so note
upward and upward note, and all was as cold as any stone.
Nym.
They say he cried out of note sack.
Host.
Ay, that a' did.
Bard. note
And of women.
Host.
Nay, that a' did not.
Boy.
Yes, that a' did; and said they were devils note
incarnate.
Host. note
A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour
he never liked.
Boy.
A' said once, the devil note would have him about
women.
Host.
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 burning in
hell-fire note?
Bard.
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.
-- 522 --
Pist.
Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips.
Look to my chattels and my movables:
Let senses rule note; the word note is ‘Pitch note and Pay:’
Trust none;
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck:
Therefore, Caveto note be thy counsellor.
Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows note in arms,
Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys,
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck! note
Boy.
And that's note but unwholesome food, they say.
Pist.
Touch her soft mouth, and march.
Bard.
Farewell, hostess.
[Kissing her. note
Nym.
I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu.
Pist.
Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.
Host.
Farewell; adieu.
[Exeunt.
note
William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].