Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bard. Bard.
Bard. Well, the fuell is gone that maintain'd that fire: that's all the Riches I got in his seruice.
Nim. Nim.
Nim. Shall wee shogg? the King will be gone from Southampton.
Pist. Pist.
Pist. Come, let's away. My Loue, giue me thy Lippes: Looke to my Chattels, and my Moueables: Let Sences rule: The world is, Pitch and pay: trust none: for Oathes are Strawes, mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes, and hold-fast is the onely Dogge: My Ducke, therefore Caueto bee thy Counsailor. Goe, cleare thy Chrystalls. Yoke- fellowes in Armes, let vs to France, like Horse- leeches The Life of Henry the Fift. leeches my Boyes, to sucke, to sucke, the very blood to sucke.
Pist. leeches
Pist. The Life of Henry the Fift.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. And that's but vnwholesome food, they say.
Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
Bard. Farwell Hostesse.
Nim. I cannot kisse, that is the humor of it: but adieu.
Pist. Let Huswiferie appeare: keepe close, I thee command.
Hostesse. Hostesse.
Hostesse. Farwell: adieu.