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Enter PISTOL , HOSTESS , NYM , BARDOLPH , and BOY
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Enter PISTOL , HOSTESS , NYM , BARDOLPH , and BOY
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HOSTESS Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.
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HOSTESS Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.
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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.
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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.
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BARDOLPH |
BARDOLPH |
HOSTESS Nay, sure, he’s not in hell! He’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to Arthur’s bosom. He made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child. He 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 finger’s end, I knew there was but one way, for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and he told of green fields. “How now, Sir John?” quoth I. “What, man, be o' good cheer!” So he cried out “God, God, God!” three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him he should not think of God. I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So he 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.
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HOSTESS Nay, sure, he’s not in hell! He’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to Arthur’s bosom. He made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child. He 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 finger’s end, I knew there was but one way, for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and he told of green fields. “How now, Sir John?” quoth I. “What, man, be o' good cheer!” So he cried out “God, God, God!” three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him he should not think of God. I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So he 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.
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NYM They say he cried out of sack.
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NYM They say he cried out of sack.
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HOSTESS Ay, that he did.
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HOSTESS Ay, that he did.
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BARDOLPH 25 And of women.
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BARDOLPH And of women.
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HOSTESS Nay, that he did not.
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HOSTESS Nay, that he did not.
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BOY Yes, that he did, and said they were devils incarnate.
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BOY Yes, that he did, and said they were devils incarnate.
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HOSTESS 'A could never abide carnation. 'Twas a color he never liked.
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HOSTESS 'A could never abide carnation. 'Twas a color he never liked.
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BOY 30 He said once the devil would have him about women.
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BOY He said once the devil would have him about women.
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HOSTESS He did in some sort, indeed, handle women, but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the Whore of Babylon.
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HOSTESS He did in some sort, indeed, handle women, but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the Whore of Babylon.
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BOY Do you not remember he saw a flea stick upon Bardolph’s nose, and he said it was a black soul burning in hell?
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BOY Do you not remember he saw a flea stick upon Bardolph’s nose, and he said it was a black soul burning in hell?
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BARDOLPH |
BARDOLPH |
NYM Shall we shog? The King will be gone from Southampton.
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NYM Shall we shog? The King will be gone from Southampton.
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PISTOL Come, let’s away.—My love, give me thy lips.
Look to my chattels and my movables.
40 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 counselor.
Go, clear thy crystals.—Yoke-fellows in arms,
45 Let us to France, like horse-leeches, my boys,
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck.
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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,
And Holdfast is the only dog, my duck.
Therefore, caveto be thy counselor.
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.
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BOY And that’s but unwholesome food, they say.
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BOY And that’s but unwholesome food, they say.
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PISTOL Touch her soft mouth, and march.
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PISTOL Touch her soft mouth, and march.
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BARDOLPH Farewell, hostess. (kissing her)
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BARDOLPH Farewell, hostess. (kissing her)
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NYM 50 I cannot kiss, that is the humor of it. But adieu.
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NYM I cannot kiss, that is the humor of it. But adieu.
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PISTOL Let housewifery appear. Keep close, I thee command.
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PISTOL Let housewifery appear. Keep close, I thee command.
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HOSTESS Farewell. Adieu.
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HOSTESS Farewell. Adieu.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
Enter PISTOL , HOSTESS , NYM , BARDOLPH , and BOY
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Enter PISTOL , HOSTESS , NYM , BARDOLPH , and BOY
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HOSTESS Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.
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HOSTESS Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.
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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.
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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.
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BARDOLPH |
BARDOLPH |
HOSTESS Nay, sure, he’s not in hell! He’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to Arthur’s bosom. He made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child. He 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 finger’s end, I knew there was but one way, for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and he told of green fields. “How now, Sir John?” quoth I. “What, man, be o' good cheer!” So he cried out “God, God, God!” three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him he should not think of God. I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So he 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.
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HOSTESS Nay, sure, he’s not in hell! He’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to Arthur’s bosom. He made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child. He 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 finger’s end, I knew there was but one way, for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and he told of green fields. “How now, Sir John?” quoth I. “What, man, be o' good cheer!” So he cried out “God, God, God!” three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him he should not think of God. I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So he 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.
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NYM They say he cried out of sack.
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NYM They say he cried out of sack.
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HOSTESS Ay, that he did.
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HOSTESS Ay, that he did.
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BARDOLPH 25 And of women.
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BARDOLPH And of women.
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HOSTESS Nay, that he did not.
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HOSTESS Nay, that he did not.
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BOY Yes, that he did, and said they were devils incarnate.
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BOY Yes, that he did, and said they were devils incarnate.
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HOSTESS 'A could never abide carnation. 'Twas a color he never liked.
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HOSTESS 'A could never abide carnation. 'Twas a color he never liked.
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BOY 30 He said once the devil would have him about women.
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BOY He said once the devil would have him about women.
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HOSTESS He did in some sort, indeed, handle women, but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the Whore of Babylon.
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HOSTESS He did in some sort, indeed, handle women, but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the Whore of Babylon.
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BOY Do you not remember he saw a flea stick upon Bardolph’s nose, and he said it was a black soul burning in hell?
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BOY Do you not remember he saw a flea stick upon Bardolph’s nose, and he said it was a black soul burning in hell?
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BARDOLPH |
BARDOLPH |
NYM Shall we shog? The King will be gone from Southampton.
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NYM Shall we shog? The King will be gone from Southampton.
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PISTOL Come, let’s away.—My love, give me thy lips.
Look to my chattels and my movables.
40 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 counselor.
Go, clear thy crystals.—Yoke-fellows in arms,
45 Let us to France, like horse-leeches, my boys,
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck.
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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,
And Holdfast is the only dog, my duck.
Therefore, caveto be thy counselor.
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.
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BOY And that’s but unwholesome food, they say.
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BOY And that’s but unwholesome food, they say.
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PISTOL Touch her soft mouth, and march.
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PISTOL Touch her soft mouth, and march.
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BARDOLPH Farewell, hostess. (kissing her)
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BARDOLPH Farewell, hostess. (kissing her)
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NYM 50 I cannot kiss, that is the humor of it. But adieu.
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NYM I cannot kiss, that is the humor of it. But adieu.
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PISTOL Let housewifery appear. Keep close, I thee command.
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PISTOL Let housewifery appear. Keep close, I thee command.
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HOSTESS Farewell. Adieu.
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HOSTESS Farewell. Adieu.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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