Speeches (Lines) for Hostess Quickly
in "Henry V"

Total: 11

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Pistol. Base tike, call'st thou me host? Now, by this hand,
I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.

Hostess Quickly. No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and
board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live
honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will
be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.
[NYM and PISTOL draw]
O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we
shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.



Pistol. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland!

Hostess Quickly. Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword.



Bardolph. Away, you rogue!

Hostess Quickly. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of
these days. The king has killed his heart. Good
husband, come home presently.



(stage directions). [Re-enter Hostess]

Hostess Quickly. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir
John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning
quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to
behold. Sweet men, come to him.



(stage directions). [Enter PISTOL, Hostess, NYM, BARDOLPH, and Boy]

Hostess Quickly. Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.



Bardolph. Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in
heaven or in hell!

Hostess Quickly. Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's
bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made
a finer end and went away an it had been any
christom child; a' parted even just between twelve
and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after
I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with
flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew
there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as
a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now,
sir John!' quoth I. 'what, man! be o' good
cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or
four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a'
should not think of God; I hoped there was no need
to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So
a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my
hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as
cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and
they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and
upward, and all was as cold as any stone.



Nym. They say he cried out of sack.

Hostess Quickly. Ay, that a' did.



Bardolph. And of women.

Hostess Quickly. Nay, that a' did not.



Boy. Yes, that a' did; and said they were devils

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



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

Hostess Quickly. A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then
he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.



Pistol. Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.

Hostess Quickly. Farewell; adieu.

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