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  • A Monologue from the play "Henry V" by William Shakespeare
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CharacterHostess
GenderFemale
Age Range(s)Young Adult (20-35), Adult (36-50), Senior (>50)
Type of monologue / Character isDescriptive, Lamenting
TypeDramatic
PeriodAny
GenreHistorical
DescriptionThe hostess describes Falstaff's death
LocationACT II, Scene 3

Summary

The play is set in the early 15th century. Henry V has just become king after the death of his father. He is now a changed man as the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Bishop of Ely point out in the first scene of the play. Henry V, as a young prince, had lived a dissolute life surrounded by questionable characters. He is now a responsible, intelligent and virtuous king. One of the King Henry's best friends, as an irresponsible youngster, was Sir John Falstaff, who at the beginning of the play is on his deathbed. In ACT II, Scene 3, we find Pistol, Bardolph, Nim and a hostess talking about Fastaff's death.

In this monologue the hostess describes Fastaff's final moments before he died.

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Excerpt
Hostess
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.

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