Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bar. Bar.
Bar. Good Lieutenant, good Corporal offer nothing heere.
Nym. Nym.
Nym. Pish.
Pist. Pist.
Pist. Pish for thee, Island dogge: thou prickeard cur of Island.
Host. Host.
Host. Good Corporall Nym shew thy valor, and put 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 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 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,
Pist. The Graue doth gape, and doting death is neere,
Pist. 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.