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[Sighs]
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Prithee, honey-sweet husband,
let me bring thee to staines.
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No, for my manly heart
doth yearn.
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Bardolph, be blithe.
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Nym, rouse
thy vaunting veins.
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Boy, bristle
thy courage up.
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For Falstaff is dead,
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and we must yearn therefore.
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Would I were with him, wheresome'er
he is, either in heaven or in hell.
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Nay, sure,
he's not in hell.
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He's in Arthur's bosom, if ever
a man went to Arthur's bosom.
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He made a finer end and went away
an it had been any Christian child.
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He parted even
just between 12:00 and 1:00,
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even at the turning of the tide.
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For after I saw him
fumble with the sheets...
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and play with flowers and
smile upon his finger's ends,
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I knew there was
but one way.
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For his nose
was as sharp as a pen,
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and he babbled of green fields.
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"How now, Sir John," quoth I.
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"What, man?
Be of good cheer."
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So he cried out,
"God, God,
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God,"
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Three or four times.
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Now I, to comfort him, bid him
he should not think of God.
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I hoped there was no need to trouble himself
with any such thoughts yet.