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Pist. I will discharge upon her, sir John, with two bullets.
Fal. She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend her.
Host. Come, I'll drink do proofs, nor no bullets: I'll drink no more than will do me good, for no man's pleasure, J.
Pist. Then to you, mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.
Doll. Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy companion. What! you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for your master.
Pist. I know you, mistress Dorothy.
Doll. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you baskethilt stale juggler, you !-Since when, I pray you, sir? -What, with two points* on your shoulder? mucht!
Pist. I will murder your ruff for this.
Fal. No more, Pistol; I would not have you go off here: discharge yourself of our company, Pistol.
Host. No, good captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain
Doll. Captain! thou abominable damned cheater, art thou not ashamed to be called-captain? If cap. tains were of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for taking their names upon you before you have earued them. You a captain, you slave! for what? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy. house?-He a captain! Hang him, rogue! He lives upon mouldy stewed prunes, and dried cakes. A , captain! these villains will make the word captain as odious as the word occupy; which was an excel.
Laces, marks of his commission. + An expression of disdain.
lent good word before it was ill-sorted : therefore, captains had need look to it.
Bard. Pray thee, go dowo, good ancient.
Pist. Not I: tell thee what, corporal Bardolph; I could tear her:-1'll be revenged on her.
Page. Pray thee, go down.
Pist. I'll see her damned first ;-to Pluto's damn. ed lake, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and tor. tures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I. Down! down, dogs! down, faitors*! Have we not Hiren heret?
Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is very late, i'faith : I beseek you now, aggravate your choler. Pist. These be good humours, indeed! Shall
pack-horses, And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia, Which cannot go but thirty miles a day, Compare with Cæsars, and with Cannibals t, And Trojan Greeks ? nay, rather damn them with King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar. Shall we fall foul for toys?
Host. By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.
Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to a brawl anon.
Pist. Die men, like dogs; give crowns like pins; Have we not Hiren here?
Host. O my word, captain, there's noue such here. What the good-year! do you think I would deny her? for God's sake, be quiet.
Pist. Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis g: Come, give's some sack.
* Traitors, rascals.
Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me con.
tenta.Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire: Give me some sack ;-and, sweetheart, lie thou there.
(Laying down his sword. Come we to full points here; and are et ceteras no
thing? Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet,
Pist. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif*: What! we have seen the seven stars.
Doll. Thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure such a fustian rascal.
Pist. Thrust him down stairs! know we not Gal. loway nagst?
Fal. Quoit 1 him down, Bardolph, like a shove. groat shilling: nay, if he do nothiog but speak no. thing, he shall be nothing here.
Bard. Come, get you down stairs.
imbrue! (Snatching up his sword. Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days ! Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds Untwine the sisters three! Come, Atropos, I say!
Host, Here's goodly stuff to ward !
I pray thee, Jack, I'pray thee, do not dray. Fal. Get you down stairs.
[Drawing, and driving Pistol out. Host. Here's a goodly tumult! l'il forswear keeping house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights. So; murder, I warrant now.-Alas, alas! put up your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons.
(Exeunt Pistol and Bardolph, Doll. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal is gone. Ah, you whoreson little valiant villaiu, you.
Host. Are you not hurt i'the groin? methought, he made a shrewd thrust at your belly.
+ Common hacknies.
Part of an ancient song.
Bard. Yes, sir. The rascal's drunk : you have burt him, sir, in the shoulder.
Fal. A rascal! to brave me!
Doll. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor ape, how thou sweat'st! Come, let me wipe thy face ;- come on, you whoreson chops :- Ah, rogue! i'faith I love thee. Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better than the nine worthies. Ah, villain !
Fal. A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.
Doll. Do, if thou darest for thy heart: if thou dost, I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets.
Page. The musick is come, sir.
Fal. Let them play;- Play, sirs.-Sit on my knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave ! the rogue fed from me like quicksilver.
Doll. l'faith, and thou followedst him like a church. Thou whoreson little tidy. Bartholomew boar-pig, when wilt thou leave fighting o'days, and foining* o'nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?
Enter behind, Prince Henry und Poins, disguised
Fal. Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a deatli's head; do not bid me remember mine end.
Doll. Sirrahı, what humour is the prince of ?
bave made a good pantler, he would have chipped bread well.
Doll. They say, Poins bas a good wit.
Fal. He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit is as thick as Tewksbury mustard : there is no more conceit in him, than is in a mallet.
Doll. Why does the prince love him so then?
Fal. Because their legs are both of a biguess: and he plays at quoits well; and eats conger and fennel; aud drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons; and rides the wild mare with the boys; and jumps upon joint-stools; and swears with a good grace; and wears his boot very smooth, like unto the sign of the leg; and breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories, and such other gambol faculties he hath, that show a weak mind and an able body, for the which the prince admits him: for the prince hiniself is such another; the weight of a hair will turn the scales between their avoirdupois.
P. Hen. Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off ?
Poins. Let's beat him before his whore.
P. Hen. Look, if the withered elder hath not his poll clawed like a parrot.
Poins. Is it not strange, that desire should so many years outlive performance ?
Fal. Kiss me, Doll.
P. Hen. Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction ! what says the almanack to that?
Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon®, his man, be not lisping to his master's old tables; his note-book, his counsel-keeper.
Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses.
Doll. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a most con. stant heart.
Fal. I am old, I am old,
. An astronomical term.