824Hostesse. 'Prythee honey sweet Husband, let me bring

825thee to Staines.

826Pistoll. No: for my manly heart doth erne. Bardolph,

827be blythe: Nim, rowse thy vaunting Veines: Boy, brissle

828thy Courage vp: for Falstaffe hee is dead, and wee must

829erne therefore.

830Bard. Would I were with him, wheresomere hee is,

831eyther in Heauen, or in Hell.

832Hostesse. Nay sure, hee's not in Hell: hee's in Arthurs

833Bosome, if euer man went to Arthurs Bosome: a made a

834finer end, and went away and it had beene any Christome

835Child: a parted eu'n iust betweene Twelue and One, eu'n

836at the turning o'th'Tyde: for after I saw him fumble with

837the Sheets, and play with Flowers, and smile vpon his fin-

838gers end, I knew there was but one way: for his Nose was

839as sharpe as a Pen, and a Table of greene fields. How now

840Sir Iohn (quoth I?) what man? be a good cheare: so a

841cryed out, God, God, God, three or foure times: now I,

842to comfort him, bid him a should not thinke of God; I

843hop'd there was no neede to trouble himselfe with any

844such thoughts yet: so a bad me lay more Clothes on his

845feet: I put my hand into the Bed, and felt them, and they

846were as cold as any stone: then I felt to his knees, and so

847vp-peer'd, and vpward, and all was as cold as any stone.

848Nim. They say he cryed out of Sack.

849Hostesse. I, that a did.

850Bard. And of Women.

851Hostesse. Nay, that a did not.

852Boy. Yes that a did, and said they were Deules incar-

853nate.

854Woman. A could neuer abide Carnation, 'twas a Co-

855lour he neuer lik'd.

856Boy. A said once, the Deule would haue him about

857Women.

858Hostesse. A did in some sort (indeed) handle Women:

859but then hee was rumatique, and talk'd of the Whore of

860Babylon.

861Boy. Doe you not remember a saw a Flea sticke vpon

862Bardolphs Nose, and a said it was a blacke Soule burning

863in Hell.

864Bard. Well, the fuell is gone that maintain'd that fire:

865that's all the Riches I got in his seruice.

866Nim. Shall wee shogg? the King will be gone from

867Southampton.

868Pist. Come, let's away. My Loue, giue me thy Lippes:

869Looke to my Chattels, and my Moueables: Let Sences

870rule: The world is, Pitch and pay: trust none: for Oathes

871are Strawes, mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes, and hold-fast

872is the onely Dogge: My Ducke, therefore Caueto bee

873thy Counsailor. Goe, cleare thy Chrystalls. Yoke-

874fellowes in Armes, let vs to France, like Horse-

875leeches my Boyes, to sucke, to sucke, the very blood to

876sucke.

877Boy. And that's but vnwholesome food, they say.

878Pist. Touch her soft mouth and march.

879Bard. Farwell Hostesse.

880Nim. I cannot kisse, that is the humor of it: but

881adieu.

882Pist. Let Huswiferie appeare: keepe close, I thee

883command.

884Hostesse. Farwell: adieu. Exeunt