Henry V by William Shakespeare

Act 2 - Scene 1

London. A street.

Boy : Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, and [p]you, hostess: he
is very sick, and would to bed. [p]Good Bardolph, put thy face between
his sheets, and [p]do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he's very
ill.

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