serve bravely, is to come halting off, you know; to come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to furgery bravely; to venture upon the charg`d chambers bravely

Dol. Hang yourfelf, you muddy Conger, hang yourself!

Hoft. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never meet, but you fall to fome difcord; you are both, in good troth, as rheumatic as two dry toafts, you cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What the good-jer? one must bear, and that must be you: you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the emptier veffel. [To Dol.

Dol. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogfhead? there's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux ftuff in him; you have not seen a hulk better ftuft in the Hold. Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars, and whether I fhall ever see thee again or no, there is no body cares.

Draw.

SIR

IR, ancient Pistol is below and would speak with you.

Dol. Hang him, fwaggering rafcal, let him not come hither; it is the foul-mouth'dft rogue in England. Hoft. If he fwagger, let him not come here: no, by my faith: I muft live amongst my neighbours, I'll no fwaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the very beft: fhut the door, there comes no fwaggerers here: I have not liv'd all this while to have fwaggering now: fhut the door, I pray you. Fal. Dolt thou hear, Hoftefs ?

Hoft. Pray you, pacify yourself, Sir John; there comes no fwaggerers here.

Fal. Do'ft thou hear-it is mine Ancient.

Hoft.

Hoft. Tilly-fally, Sir John, never tell me; your Ancient swaggerer, comes not in my doors. I was before mafter Tifick the deputy the other day; and, as he faid to me- it was no longer ago than Wednesday laft-neighbour Quickly, fays he; mafter Domb our minifter was by then-neighbour Quickly, fays he, receive thofe that are civil; for faith he, you are in an ill name: (now he said fo, I can tell whereupon;) for, fays he, you are an honeft woman, and well thought on; therefore take heed, what guefts you receive: receive, fays he, no fwaggering companions.-There come none here. You would blefs you to hear what he said. No, I'll no fwaggerers.

Fal. He's no fwaggerer, Hoftefs; a tame cheater, i'faith; you may ftroak him as gently as a puppygreyhound; he will not fwagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any fhew of resistance. Call him up, drawer.

Hoft. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honeft man my house, nor no cheater; but I do not love fwaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one fays, fwagger: feel, masters, how I shake, look you, I warrant you.

Dol. So you do, hoftefs.

Hoft. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, as if it were an afpen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.

SCENE X.

Enter Pistol, Bardolph and Page.

Pift. S. Fal. Welcome, ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I AVE you, Sir John.

charge you with a cup of fack: do you discharge upon mine hoftéfs.

Pift. I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.

Fal.

Fal. She is Piftol proof, Sir, you shall hardly offend her.

Hoft. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets: I will drink no more than will do me good, for no man's pleasure, I.

Pift. Then to you, Mrs. Dorothy, I will charge you. Dol. Charge me! I fcorn you, fcurvy companion! what? your poor, bafe, rafcally, cheating, lack-linen mate; away, you mouldy rogue, away, I'm meat for your master.

Pift. I know you, Mistress Dorothy.

:

Dol. Away, you cut-purse rafcal, you filthy bung, away by this wine, I'll thruft my knife in your mouldy chaps, if you play the faucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rafcal, you basket-hilt ftale jugler, you. Since when, I pray you, Sir?*what, with two points on your fhoulder? much!

Pift. I will murder your ruff for this.

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Fal, No more, Piftol; I wou'd not have you go off here: discharge yourself of your company, Piftol. Hoft. No, good captain Piftcl: not here, fweet captain.

Dol. Captain! thou abominable damn'd cheater, art thou not afham'd to be call'd captain? if Captains were of my mind, they would truncheon you out of taking their names upon you, before you have earn'd them. You a captain! you flave! for what? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? he a captain! hang him, rogue, he lives upon mouldy ftew'd prunes and dry'd cakes. A captain! thefe villains will make the word captain as odious as the word occupy; which was an excellent good word, before it was ill forted; therefore captains had need look to it.

Bard. Pray thee, go down, good Ancient.

*what, with two points on your shoulder? much!] Much was a common Expreffion of Disdain at that Time, of the fame Sense with that more modern one, Marry come up.

Fal.

Fal. Hark thee hither, miftrefs Dol.

Pift. Not I: I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could tear her: I'll be reveng'd on her. Page. Pray thee, go down,

Pift. I'll fee her damn'd firft: to Pluto's damned lake, to the infernal deep, where Erebus and tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, fay I, down! down, dogs; down, fates: have we not Hiren here?

Hoft. Good captain Peefel, be quiet, it is very late: I beseech you now, aggravate your choler,

Pift. These be good humours, indeed. Shall packhorfes

And hollow-pamper'd jades of Afia,

Which cannot go but thirty miles a day,
Compare with Cafars, and with Cannibals,

And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with
King Cerberus, and let the welkin roar:

Shall we fall foul for toys?

Hot. By my troth, captain, thefe are very bitter

words..

Bard. Begone, good Ancient: this will grow to a brawl anon.

Pift. Die men, like dogs; give crowns like pins: have we not* Hiren here?

Hoft. O' my word, captain, there's none fuch here. What the good-jer? do you think, I would deny her? I pray, be quiet.

Pift. Then, feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis; come, give me fome fack. Si fortuna me tormenta, il fperare

me contenta.

Fear we broad fides? no, let the fiend give fire:

Give me fome fack: and, fweet-heart, lie thou there Come we to full points here; and are & cætera's nothing?

Fal. Piftol, I would be quiet.

Pift. Sweet knight, I kifs thy neif: what! we have feen the seven stars.

Hiren] The name of Piftol's and Amadis du Gaul's Sword.

Dol.

Dol. Thruft him down ftairs, I cannot endure fuch a fuftian rascal.

Pift. Thruft him down ftairs? know we not galloway nags?

Fal. Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a fhove-groat fhilling; nay, if he do nothing but speak nothing, he fhall be nothing here.

Bard. Come, get you down stairs.

Pift. What, fhall we have incifion! fhall we embrew? then Death rock me afleep, abridge my doleful days: why, then let grievous, ghaftly, gaping wounds untwine the fifters three: come, Atropos, I fay.

Hoft. Here's goodly ftuff toward.

Fal. Give me my rapier, boy.

[Drawing his fword.

Dol. I pr'ythee, Jack, I pr'ythee, do not draw.
Fal. Get you down ftairs,

[Drawing, and driving Pistol out. .Hoft. Here's a goodly tumult; I'll forfwear keeping house, before 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. Dol. I pr'ythee, Jack, be quiet, the rafcal is gone: ah, you whorefon, little valiant villian, you!

Hoft. Are you not hurt i' th' groin? methought, he made a fhrewd thruft at your belly.

Fal, Have you turn'd him out of doors? Bard. Yes, Sir, the rafcal's drunk: you have hurt him, Sir, in the fhoulder.

Fal. A rafcal, to brave me!

Dol. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you: alas, poor. ape, how thou sweat'ft? come, let me wipe thy facecome on, you whorefon chops-ah, rogue! I love thee,-thou art as valourous as Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon; and ten times better than the nine Worthies: a villain!

Fal. A rafcally flave! I will tofs the rogue in a blanket.

Dol.