We doubt not of a fair and lucky war, Since God so graciously hath brought to light Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-London. Before 'The Boar's Head' Tavern, Eastcheap. Enter PISTOL, Hostess, NYм, BARDOLPH, and Boy Host. Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines. Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins ; Boy, bristle thy courage up ;-for Falstaff he is dead, And we must yearn therefore. Bard. Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is either in heaven or in hell! KING HENRY V. 79 Host. Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. 'How now, Sir John!' quoth I: 'what, man! be o' good cheer.' So 'a cried out 'God, God, God!' three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So 'a 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 they were as cold as any stone; and so upward and upward, and all was as cold as any stone. Nym. They say he cried out of sack. Host. Ay, that 'a did. Bard. And of women. Host. Nay, that 'a did not. Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said they were dovila incarnate. Host. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked. Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women. Host. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon. Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose, and 'a said it was a black soul burning in hell-fire? Bard. Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire that's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we shog? the king will be gone from Southampton. Pist. 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 ;' For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafercakes, Go, clear thy crystals.-Yoke-fellows in arms, Boy. And that 's but unwholesome food, they say. Bard. Farewell, hostess. [Kissing her. Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu. Pist. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command. Host. Farewell; adieu. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-France. Flourish. The King's Palace. Enter the French KING, the DAUPHIN, the Duke of BURGUNDY, the Constable, and others. Fr. King. Thus come the English with full power upon us; And more than carefully it us concerns To answer royally in our defences. Therefore the Dukes of Berri and of Bretagne, |