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No Fear Act 2 Scene 3
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BARDOLPH

25And of women.

BARDOLPH

And women.

HOSTESS

Nay, that he did not.

HOSTESS

No, he did not.

BOY

Yes, that he did, and said they were devils incarnate.

BOY

Yes, he did. He said they were devils incarnate.

HOSTESS

'A could never abide carnation. 'Twas a color he never liked.

HOSTESS

He could never bear carnation. It was a color he never did like.

BOY

30He said once the devil would have him about women.

BOY

He once said the devil would get him because of women.

HOSTESS

He did in some sort, indeed, handle women, but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the Whore of Babylon.

HOSTESS

He did touch on women a bit, but his body was aching with fever and he talked about the Whore of Babylon.

BOY

Do you not remember he saw a flea stick upon Bardolph’s nose, and he said it was a black soul burning in hell?

BOY

Don’t you remember how he saw a flea land on Bardolph’s nose and said it was a black soul burning in hell?

BARDOLPH

35Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire. That’s all the riches I got in his service.

BARDOLPH

Well, the

fuel

The “fuel” Bardolph refers to is the drinks Falstaff bought him, which made his face even redder.

fuel
that sustained that fire is gone. That’s all the wealth I ever earned in his company.

NYM

Shall we shog? The King will be gone from Southampton.

NYM

Shall we get moving? The king will already have left Southampton.

PISTOL

Come, let’s away.—My love, give me thy lips.
Look to my chattels and my movables.
40Let senses rule. The word is “Pitch and pay.”
Trust none, for oaths are straws, men’s faiths are
   wafer-cakes,
And Holdfast is the only dog, my duck.
Therefore, caveto be thy counselor.
Go, clear thy crystals.—Yoke-fellows in arms,
45Let us to France, like horse-leeches, my boys,
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck.

PISTOL

Come, let’s be on our way. My love, let me kiss your lips. Look after my goods and possessions. Keep on your toes: the rule is “cash down, no credit.” Trust no one. For oaths are as easily broken as straws, and men’s faith crumbles like crackers, and you can only rely on what you can hold onto. Let caution be your guide. Go dry your eyes. Brothers in arms, we’re off to France—like leeches, my boys: to suck, to suck, their very blood to suck!