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 833bosom, if ever any were. 834455He went away as if it were a chrisomed 835child, 456between twelve and one, 457just 836at turning of the tide. 838458His nose was 839as sharp as a pen; 459for when I saw him fumble with 837the sheets, 460and talk of flowers, and smile upon his 838.1fingers' ends, 461I knew there was no way but one. 462"How now, 840Sir John?" quoth I, 463and he 841cried three times, "God, God, God." 464Now I, 842to comfort him, bade him not think of God; 465I 843hope there was no 844such need. 466Then he bade me put more clothes at his 845feet: 467and I felt to them, and they 846were as cold as any stone; 468and to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone; 469and so 847upward, 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 853incarnate.

Indeed, carnation was a 855color he never loved.

Well, he did cry out on 857women.

Indeed, he did in some sort handle women, 859478but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of 860Babylon.

Hostess, do you remember he saw a flea stand 481upon 862Bardolph's nose, and said it was a black soul 482burning 863in hell fire?

Well, God be with him; 865484that was all the wealth I got in his service.

Shall we shog off? 486The king will be gone from 867Southampton.

[To Hostess]Clear up thy crystals. 869488Look to my chattels and my movables. 870489Trust none: the word is pitch and pay, 871490men's words are wafer cakes, 491and Holdfast 872is the only dog, my dear, 492therefore Cophetua be thy counselor. -- 878493[To the others] Touch her soft lips and part.

[Kisses her] Farewell, hostess.

I cannot kiss, and there's the humor of it, 496but 881adieu.

Keep fast thy buggle boe.