No Fear Shakespeare: Henry V: Act 2, scene iii

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Enter PISTOL, HOSTESS, NYM, BARDOLPH, and BOY

PISTOL, HOSTESS, NYM, BARDOLPH, and BOY enter.

	HOSTESS
	Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

HOSTESS

Please, sweet husband, let me come with you as far as the town of Staines.

	PISTOL
	No; for my manly heart doth earn.—Bardolph, be blithe.—
	Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins.—Boy, bristle thy courage
	up. For Falstaff, he is dead, and we must earn therefore.

PISTOL

No, because my manly heart is grieving. Bardolph, be happy.—Nym, rouse your bragging spirits.—Boy, be brave. Falstaff is dead, and we must mourn him.

	BARDOLPH
5	Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in
	heaven or in hell.

BARDOLPH

I wish I were with him, wherever he is—in heaven or in hell.

	HOSTESS
	Nay, sure, he's not in hell! He's in Arthur's bosom, if ever
	man went to Arthur's bosom. He made a finer end, and
	went away an it had been any christom child. He parted
10	ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th'
	tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play
	with flowers and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there
	was but one way, for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and he
	told of green fields. “How now, Sir John?” quoth I. “What,
15	man, be o' good cheer!” So he cried out “God, God, God!”
	three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him he
	should not think of God. I hoped there was no need to
	trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So he bade me
	lay more clothes on his feet. I put my hand into the bed and
20	felt them, and they were as cold as any stone. Then I felt to
	his knees, and so upward and upward, and all was as cold as
	any stone.

HOSTESS

Oh, no, he's surely not in hell. He's in Arthur's bosom , if any man ever went to Arthur's bosom. He died as peacefully as a baby. He departed right between twelve and one, just as the tide was turning. For after I saw him fumbling with the sheets and playing with imaginary flowers and smiling at the ends of his fingers, I knew it was the end. His face was gaunt and he was babbling about green fields. “Now, now, Sir John!” I said. “What's all this? Cheer up!” And he called out “God, God, God!” three or four times. To soothe him, I told him not to think of God, that I hoped it wasn't yet time to bother with such thoughts. So he asked me to put more blankets on his feet. I put my hand into the bed and felt his feet, and they were stone-cold. Then I felt his legs, and they were stone-cold, and so I moved upward and upward, and his whole body was stone-cold.

	NYM
	They say he cried out of sack.

NYM

They say he cried out against sherry.

	HOSTESS
	Ay, that he did.

HOSTESS

Yes, he did.


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