Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. [Act 5, Scene 1]
King. Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Gower. Gower.
Gower. Nay, that's right: but why weare you your Leeke to day? S. Dauies day is past.
Flu. Flu.
Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you asse my friend, Captaine Gower; the rascally, scauld, beggerly, lowsie, pragging Knaue Pistoll, which you and your selfe, and all the World, know to be no petter then a fellow, looke you now, of no merits: hee is come to me, and prings me pread and sault yesterday, looke you, and bid me eate my Leeke: it was in a place where I could not breed no contention with him; but I will be so bold as to weare it in my Cap till I see him once againe, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires.
Flu. Enter Pistoll.
Gower. Why heere hee comes, swelling like a Turky cock.
Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his Turky- cocks. God plesse you aunchient Pistoll: you scuruie low- sie Knaue, God plesse you.
Pist. Pist.
Pist. Ha, art thou bedlam? doest thou thirst, base Troian, to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web? Hence; I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke.
Flu. I peseech you heartily, scuruie lowsie Knaue, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eate, looke you, this Leeke; because, looke you, you doe not loue it, nor your affections, and your appetites and your disgestions doo's not agree with it, I would desire you to eate it.
Pist. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats.
Flu. There is one Goat for you.
Flu. Strikes him.