NYM.
They say he cried out of sack.
HOSTESS.
Ay, that 'a did.
BARDOLPH.
And of women.
HOSTESS.
Nay, that 'a did not.
BOY.
Yes, that 'a did; and said they were devils incarnate.
HOSTESS.
'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.
