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  • Title: Henry V (Modern, Quarto)
  • Editor: James D. Mardock
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-409-7

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: James D. Mardock
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    Henry V (Modern, Quarto)

    822.1[Scene 4]
    Enter Nym, Pistol, Bardolph, Hostess, and Boy.
    I prithee, sweetheart, let me bring 825thee so far as Staines.
    No fur, no fur.
    Well, Sir John is gone. God be with him.
    Ay, he is in Arthur's bosom, if ever any were. He went away as if it were a chrisomed 835child, between twelve and one, just at turning of the tide. His nose was as sharp as a pen; for when I saw him fumble with the sheets, and talk of flowers, and smile upon his 838.1fingers' ends, I knew there was no way but one. "How now, 840Sir John?" quoth I, and he cried three times, "God, God, God." Now I, to comfort him, bade him not think of God; I hope there was no such need. Then he bade me put more clothes at his 845feet: and I felt to them, and they were as cold as any stone; and to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone; and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
    They say he cried out on sack.
    Ay, that he did.
    And of women.
    No, that he did not.
    Yes, that he did, and he said they were devils incarnate.
    Indeed, carnation was a 855color he never loved.
    Well, he did cry out on women.
    Indeed, he did in some sort handle women, but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of 860Babylon.
    Hostess, do you remember he saw a flea stand upon Bardolph's nose, and said it was a black soul burning in hell fire?
    Well, God be with him; 865that was all the wealth I got in his service.
    Shall we shog off? The king will be gone from Southampton.
    [To Hostess]Clear up thy crystals. Look to my chattels and my movables. 870Trust none: the word is pitch and pay, men's words are wafer cakes, and Holdfast is the only dog, my dear, therefore Cophetua be thy counselor. -- [To the others] Touch her soft lips and part.
    [Kisses her] Farewell, hostess.
    I cannot kiss, and there's the humor of it, but adieu.
    Keep fast thy buggle boe.
    Exeunt omnes.