To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!

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.

HOSTESS.
Farewell; adieu.

[Exeunt.]



SCENE IV. France. The King's palace.

[Flourish. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Dukes of Berri