Nym. Pish! Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland! Host. Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword. Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus. Pist. Solus,' egregious dog? O viper vile! ; The 'solus' in thy most mervailous face For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, 50 Nym. I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an humour to knock you indifferently well. If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair 60 terms: if you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little, in good terms, as I and that's the humour of it. may: Pist. O braggart vile, and damned furious wight! Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as [Draws. Pist. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate. 70 Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give: Thy spirits are most tall. Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair terms that is the humour of it. Pist. Couple a gorge!' That is the word. I thee defy again. O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? And from the powdering-tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind, Enter the Boy. Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, 80 Bard. Away, you rogue! heart. 90 Host. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days. The king has killed his Good husband, come home presently. [Exeunt Hostess and boy. Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to France together: why the devil should we keep knives to cut one another's throats? Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on! Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting? Pist. Base is the slave that pays. Nym. That now I will have: that's the humour of it. Pist. As manhood shall compound: push home. 100 [They draw. Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him; by this sword, I will. Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course. Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends: an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too. Prithee, put up. Nym. I shall have my eight shillings I won of you 110 at betting? Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay; And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood: Unto the camp, and profits will accrue. Nym. I shall have my noble? Pist. In cash most justly paid. Nym. Well, then, that's the humour of 't. Re-enter Hostess. Host. 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. Nym. The king hath run bad humours on the knight; that's the even of it. Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right; His heart is fracted and corroborate. Nym. The king is a good king: but it must be as it may; he passes some humours and careers. 120 130 Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we will live. Scene II. Southampton. A council-chamber. Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmoreland. Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors West. How smooth and even they do bear themselves! Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell. TO Trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Scroop, Cambridge, K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts: |