Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,[4752]
Since God so graciously hath brought to light185
This dangerous treason lurking in our way[4753]
To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now[4754]
But every rub is smoothed on our way.[4755]
Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,190
Putting it straight in expedition.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:[4756]
No king of England, if not king of France, [Exeunt.
Scene III. London. Before a Tavern.[4757]
Enter Pistol, Hostess, Nym, Bardolph, and Boy.
Host. Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee[4758]
to Staines.
Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.[4759][4760]
Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins:[4759]
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,[4759][4761][4762]5
And we must yearn therefore.[4759][4760][4762]
Bard. Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is,
either in heaven or in hell![4763]
Host. Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's bosom,[4764]
if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made a[4765]10
finer end and went away an it had been any christom[4765][4766]
child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at[4767][4768]
the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with[4768][4769]
the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his[4770]
fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose[4771]15
was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields.[4772]
'How now, Sir John!' quoth I: 'what, man! be o' good[4773]
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 himself20
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[4774]
his knees, and they were as cold as any stone, and so[4775]
upward and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.[4776]25
Nym. They say he cried out of sack.[4777]
Host. Ay, that a' did.