Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hostesse. Hostesse.
Hostesse. Nay sure, hee's not in Hell: hee's in Arthurs Bosome, if euer man went to Arthurs Bosome: a made a finer end, and went away and it had beene any Christome Child: a parted eu'n iust betweene Twelue and One, eu'n at the turning o'th'Tyde: for after I saw him fumble with the Sheets, and play with Flowers, and smile vpon his fin- gers end, I knew there was but one way: for his Nose was as sharpe as a Pen, and a Table of greene fields. How now Sir Iohn (quoth I?) what man? be a good cheare: so a cryed out, God, God, God, three or foure times: now I, to comfort him, bid him a should not thinke of God; I hop'd there was no neede to trouble himselfe with any such thoughts yet: so a bad 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 so vp-peer'd, and vpward, and all was as cold as any stone.
Nim. Nim.
Nim. They say he cryed out of Sack.
Hostesse. I, that a did.
Bard. Bard.
Bard. And of Women.
Hostesse. Nay, that a did not.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. Yes that a did, and said they were Deules incar- nate
Woman. Woman.
Woman. A could neuer abide Carnation, 'twas a Co- lour he neuer lik'd.
Boy. A said once, the Deule would haue him about Women.
Hostesse. A did in some sort (indeed) handle Women: but then hee was rumatique, and talk'd of the Whore of Babylon.
Boy. Doe you not remember a saw a Flea sticke vpon Bardolphs Nose, and a said it was a blacke Soule burning in Hell.