Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)
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The Chronicle Historie
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Enter Nim, Pistoll, Bardolfe, Hostes and a Boy.
824.1Pist. No fur, no fur.
¶He went away as if it were a crysombd childe,
835Betweene twelue and one,
Iust at turning of the tide:
¶And talk of floures, and smile vpō his fingers ends
¶I knew there was no way but one.
¶How now sir Iohn quoth I?
¶And he cryed three times, God, God, God,
Now I to comfort him, bad him not think of God,
¶I hope there was no such need.
¶Then he bad me put more cloathes at his feete:
845And I felt to them, and they were as cold as any stone:
¶And to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone.
¶Host. I that he did.
850Boy. And of women.
¶Host. No that he did not.
¶Host. Indeed carnation was a colour he neuer loued.
854.1Nom. Well he did cry out on women.
¶But then he was rumaticke, and talkt of the whore of
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Burning in hell fire?
Bar.
