[Act 2, Scene 1]
Enter Corporall Nym, and Lieutenant Bardolfe.
Bar.
Well met Corporall
Nym.
Nym.
Good morrow Lieutenant
Bardolfe.
Bar.
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What, are Ancient
Pistoll and you
friends yet?
Nym.
For my part, I care not: I say little: but when
time shall
serue, there shall be smiles, but that shall be as
it may.
I dare not fight, but I will winke and holde out
mine yron: it is a simple one, but what though? It will
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tofte
toste
Cheese, and it will endure cold, as another mans
sword will: and there's an end.
Bar.
I will bestow a breakfast to make you friendes,
and wee'l bee all three sworne brothers to France: Let't
be so good Corporall
Nym.
Nym.
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Faith, I will liue so long as I may, that's the cer-
taine of it: and when I cannot liue any longer, I will doe
as I may: That is my rest, that is the rendeuous of it.
Bar.
It is certaine Corporall, that he is marryed to
Nell Quickly, and certainly she did you
wrong, for you
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were troth-plight to her.
Nym.
I cannot tell, Things must be as they may: men
may
sleepe, and they may haue their throats about them
at that
time, and some say, kniues haue edges: It must
be as
it may, though patience be a tyred name, yet shee
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will
plodde, there must be Conclusions, well, I cannot
tell.
Enter Pistoll, & Quickly.
Bar.
Heere comes Ancient
Pistoll and his
wife: good
Corporall be patient heere. How now mine
Hoaste
Pi-
stoll?
Pist.
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Base Tyke, cal'st thou mee Hoste, now by this
hand I sweare I scorne the terme: nor shall my
Nel keep
Lodgers.
Host.
No by my troth, not long: For we cannot lodge
and board a
dozen or fourteene Gentlewomen that liue
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honestly
by the pricke of their Needles, but it will bee
thought we
keepe a Bawdy-house straight. O welliday
Lady, if he be not hewne now, we shall see wilful
adulte-
ry and murther committed.
Bar.
Good Lieutenant, good Corporal offer nothing
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heere.
Nym.
Pish.
Pist.
Pish for thee, Island dogge: thou prickeard cur
of Island.
Host.
Good Corporall
Nym shew thy valor, and put
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vp your sword.
Nym.
Will you shogge off? I would haue you solus.
Pist.
Solus, egregious dog? O Viper vile; The solus
in thy
most meruailous face, the solus in thy teeth, and
in
thy throate, and in thy hatefull Lungs, yea in thy Maw
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perdy; and which is worse, within thy nastie mouth.
I
do retort the solus in thy bowels, for I can take, and
Pi-
stols
cocke is vp, and
flashing fire will follow.
Nym.
I am not
Barbason, you cannot coniure mee:
I
haue an humor to knocke you indifferently well: If
you
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grow fowle with me Pistoll, I will scoure you
with my
Rapier, as I may, in fayre tearmes. If you would
walke
off, I would pricke your guts a little in good
tearmes, as
I may, and that's the humor of it.
Pist.
O Braggard vile, and damned furious wight,
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The Graue doth gape, and doting death is neere,
Therefore exhale.
Bar.
Heare me, heare me what I say: Hee that strikes
the
first stroake, Ile run him vp to the hilts, as
I am a sol-
dier.
Pist.
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An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.
Giue me thy fist, thy fore-foote to me giue: Thy spirites
are most tall.
Nym.
I will cut thy throate one time or other in faire
termes, that is the humor of it.
Pistoll.
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Couple a gorge, that is the word, I defie thee a-
gaine. O hound of Creet, think'st thou my spouse to get?
No, to the spittle goe, and from the Poudring tub of in
famy, fetch forth the Lazar Kite of
Cressids kinde,
Doll
Teare-sheete
, she by name, and her espouse. I haue, and I
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will hold the
Quondam Quickely for the onely shee: and
Pauca, there's enough to go to.
Enter the Boy.
Boy.
Mine Hoast
Pistoll, you must come to my May-
ster, and your Hostesse: He is very sicke, & would to bed.
Good
Bardolfe, put thy face betweene his sheets, and do
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the Office of a Warming-pan: Faith, he's very ill.
Bard.
Away you Rogue.
Host.
By my troth he'l yeeld the Crow a pudding one
of these dayes: the King has kild his heart. Good Hus-
band come home presently.
Exit
Bar.
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Come, shall I make you two friends. Wee must
to France together: why the diuel should we keep kniues
to cut one anothers throats?
Pist.
Let floods ore-swell, and fiends for food
howle on.
Nym.
You'l pay me the eight shillings I won of you
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at Betting?
Pist.
Base is the Slaue that payes.
Nym.
That now I wil haue: that's the humor of it.
Pist.
As manhood shal compound: push home.
Draw
Bard.
By this sword, hee that makes the first
thrust,
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Ile kill him: By this sword, I wil.
Pi.
Sword is an Oath, & Oaths must haue their course
Bar.
Coporall
Nym, & thou wilt be friends be frends,
and thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me to: pre-
thee put vp.
Pist.
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A Noble shalt thou haue, and present pay, and
Liquor likewise will I giue to thee, and friendshippe
shall combyne, and brotherhood. Ile liue by
Nymme, &
Nymme shall liue by me, is not this iust? For I shal Sut-
ler be vnto the Campe, and profits will accrue. Giue mee
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thy hand.
Nym.
I shall haue my Noble?
Pist.
In cash, most iustly payd.
Nym.
Well, then that the humor of't.
Enter
Hostesse.
Host.
As euer you come of women, come in quickly
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to sir
Iohn: A poore heart, hee is so shak'd of a burning
quotidian Tertian, that it is most lamentable to
behold.
Sweet men, come to him.
Nym.
The King hath run bad humors on the Knight,
that's the euen of it.
Pist.
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Nym, thou hast spoke the right, his heart is fra-
cted and corroborate.
Nym.
The King is a good King, but it must bee as it
may: he passes some humors, and carreeres.
Pist.
Let vs condole the Knight, for (Lambekins) we
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will liue.
