ul burning in hell-fire?

_Bard._ Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire: that's all the
riches I got in his service.

_Nym._ Shall we shog off?[24] 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;[25] the word is, _Pitch and pay_;[26]
Trust none;
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog,[27] my duck:
Therefore, _caveto_ be thy counsellor.[28]
Go, clear thy crystals.[29]--Yoke-fellows in arms,

[_Crosses L.H._

Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys,
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!

[_Crosses R.H._

_Boy._ And that is but unwholesome food, they say.

_Pitt._ Touch her soft mouth, and march.

_Bard._ Farewell, hostess.

[_Kissing her._

_Nym._ I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but adieu.

_Pist._ Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.

_Quick._ Farewell; adieu.

[_Exeunt BARDOLPH, PISTOL, NYM, R.H., and DAME QUICKLY, L.H._

_Boy._ As young as I am, I have observed these three swashers. I am boy
to them all three: but all they three, though they would serve me, could
not be a man to me; for, indeed, three such anticks do not amount to a
man. For Bardolph,--he is white-livered and red-faced; by the means
whereof 'a faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol,--he hath a killing
tongue and a quiet sword; by the means whereof 'a breaks words, and
keeps whole weapons. For Nym,--he hath heard that men of few words are
the best men; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest 'a should
be thought a coward: but his few bad words are match'd with as few good
deeds; for 'a never broke any man's head but his own, and that was
against a post when he was drunk. They will steal any thing, and call
it--purchase. They would have me as familiar with men's pockets as their
gloves or their handkerchiefs: which makes much against my manhood, if I
should take from another's pocket to put into mine; for it is plain
pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better service:
their villainy goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast
it up.

[_Distant March heard. Exit BOY, R.H._

END OF FIRST ACT.

[Footnote I.17: _----let me bring thee to Staines._] i.e., let me
attend, or accompany thee.]

[Footnote I.18: _----Arthur's bosom,_] Dame Quickly, in her