Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. King.
King. I thanke you: God be with you.
Pist. Pist.
Pist. My name is Pistol call'd.
Pist. Exit.
King. It sorts well with your fiercenesse.
King. Manet King.
King. Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Gower. Gower.
Gower. Captaine Fluellen.
Flu. Flu.
Flu. 'So, in the Name of Iesu Christ, speake fewer: it is the greatest admiration in the vniuersall World, when the true and aunchient Prerogatifes and Lawes of the Warres is not kept: if you would take the paines but to examine the Warres of Pompey the Great, you shall finde, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle tadle nor pibble ba- ble in Pompeyes Campe: I warrant you, you shall finde the Ceremonies of the Warres, and the Cares of it, and the Formes of it, and the Sobrietie of it, and the Modestie of it, to be otherwise.
Gower. Why the Enemie is lowd, you heare him all Night.
Flu. If the Enemie is an Asse and a Foole, and a pra- ting Coxcombe; is it meet, thinke you, that wee should also, looke you, be an Asse and a Foole, and a prating Cox- combe, in your owne conscience now?
Gow. Gow.
Gow. I will speake lower.