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Boy. Yes, that a' did; and said they were

devils 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 ser-

vice.

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 moveables:

Let senses rule, the word is, 'Pitch and pay';

Trust none;

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,

And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck:

Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor.

Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,

Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys,

To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!

Boy. And that's but unwholesome food,

they say.

Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.

Bard. Farewell, hostess.

 39 handle: talk of

40 rheumatic: error for 'lunatic'

52 senses: prudence

word: motto

Pitch and pay: cash down

54 wafer-cakes: i.e., very fragile

56 caveto: beware

57 clear thy crystals: dry your eyes (?) 