Page 1639 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys.
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck! [55]

BOY
And that’s but unwholesome food, they say.

PISTOL
Touch her soft mouth, and march.

BARDOLPH
Farewell, hostess.

[Kissing her.]

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

PISTOL
Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command. [60]

HOSTESS
Farewell; adieu.

PISTOL
[Keep fast the buggle boo].

Exeunt.

Scene IV IT

Flourish. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Dukes of Berri and
Britaine, [the Constable] and Others.

FRENCH KING

Thus comes the English with full power upon us;
And more than carefully it us concerns
To answer royalty in our defences.