LITMIR.BIZ

          Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof

          Shall be to you as us like glorious.

          We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,

          Since God so graciously hath brought to light

          This dangerous treason, lurking in our way

          To hinder our beginnings; we doubt not now

          But every rub is smoothed on our way.

          Then, forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver

          Our puissance into the hand of God,

          Putting it straight in expedition.

          Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance;

          No king of England, if not king of France!

        HOSTESS. Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to

           Staines.

        PISTOL. No; for my manly heart doth earn.

          Bardolph, be blithe; Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins;

          Boy, bristle thy courage up. For Falstaff he is dead,

          And we must earn therefore.