'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked.

BOY.
'A said once, the devil would have him about women.

HOSTESS.
'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then he was
rheumatic, and talk'd of the whore of Babylon.

BOY.
Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose,
and 'a said it was a black soul burning in hell-fire?

BARDOLPH.
Well, the fuel is gone that maintain'd that fire. That's all the
riches I got in his service.

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

PISTOL.
Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips.
Look to my chattels and my movables.
Let senses rule; the word is "Pitch and Pay."
Trust none;
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;
Therefore, Caveto be thy counsellor.
Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys,