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

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

Hoft. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never meet, butyou fall to fome discord; you are both, in good troth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts, 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 vessel.

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

SC EN E IX.

Enter Drawer. Draw.

ST

IR, ancient Pistol is below and would speak with

you. Dol. Hang him, swaggering rascal, let him not come hither; it is the foul-mouth'dít rogue in England.

Hoft. If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by my faith : I must live amongst my neighbours, I'll no swaggerers: 'I am in good name and fame with the

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beft: shut the door, there comes no have swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you.

Fal. Doit thou hear, Hostess ?

Hoft. Pray you, pacify yourself, Sir John; there comes no swaggerers here. Fal, Do'ft thou hear -it is mine Ancient.

Hoft.

doors.

I was

Hoft. Tilly-fally, Sir John, never tell me; your Ancient swaggerer, comes not in my before master Tifick the deputy the other day; and, as he said to me it was no longer ago than Wednesday laft-neighbour Quickly, says he; - mafter Domb our minister was by then - neighbour Quickly, says he, receive those that are civil; for faith he, you are in an ill name: (now he said so, I can tell whereupon ;) for, says he, you are an honest woman, and well thought on; therefore take heed, what guests you receive: receive, says he, no swaggering companions. There come none here. You would bless you to hear what he said. No, I'll no swaggerers.

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

Host. Cheater, call you him ? I will bar no honest man my house, nor no cheater; but I do not love swaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one says, swagger: feel, masters, how I shake, look you, I warrant you.

Dol. So you do, hostess.

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

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Enter Pistol, Bardolph and Page. Pip. S Fal. Welcome, ancient Pipol. Here, Pifol, I charge you with a cup of sack: do you discharge

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

upon mine hostess.

Fal.

Fal. She is Pistol 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 scorn you, fcurvy companion ! what? your poor, base, rascally, 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 thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, if you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal, you basket-hilt ftale jugler, you. Since when, I pray you, Sir ? * what, with two points on your shoulder? much!

Pift. I will murder your ruff for this.

Fal, No more, Pito; I wou'd not have you go off here: discharge yourself of your company, Piftol.

Hoft. No, good captain Piftel: not here, sweet captain.

Dol. Captain! thou abominable damn'd cheater, art thou not asham'd to be call'd captain? if Captains were of my mind, they would truncheon you out of laking 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! these 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 Expression of Dildain at that Time, of the same Scose with that more modern one, Marry come up.

Fal.

Fal. Hark thee hither, mistress 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,

Pist. I'll see her damn'd first: to Pluto's damned lake, to the infernal deep, where Erebus and tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I, down! down, dogs; down, fatęs: have we not Hiren here?

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

choler,
Pift. These be good humours, indeed. Shall pack-

horses
And hollow-pamper'd jades of Afa,
Which cannot go but thirty miles a day,
Compare with Cæfars, and with Cannibals,
And Trojan Greeks ? nay, rather damn them with
King Cerberus, and let the welkin roar:
Shall we fall foul for toys ?
Hojt. By my troth, captain; these 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. Omy word, captain, there's none such here. What the good-jer? do you think, I would deny her? I pray, be quiet.

Pijt. Then, feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis; come, give me fome sack. Si fortuna me tormenta, il sperare me contenta. Fear we broad fides? no, let the fiend give fire: Give me some fack: and, sweet-heart, lie thou there: Come we to full points here; and are & cælera's no

thing? Fal. Piftol, I would be quiet.

Pift. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif: what! we have feen the seven stars. * Hiron] The name of Piftols and Amadis du Gaul's Sword.

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Dol. Thrust him down stairs, I cannot endure such a fuftian rascal.

Pift. Thrust him down stairs ? know we not galloway nags?

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

Bard. Come, get you down stairs.

Pift. What, shall we have incision ! fhall we embrew? then Death rock me alleep, abridge my doleful days: why, then let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds untwine the filters three: come, Atropas, I fay.

Drawing his sword.
Hoft. Here's goodly stuff toward.
Fal. Give me my rapier, boy.
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 fyriwear 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 prythee, Jack, be quiet, the rascal is gone: ah, you whoreson, little valiant villian, you !

Hoft. Are you not hurt i' th' groin? 'methought, he made a shrewd thrust at your belly. Fal; Have

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turn'd him out of doors ? Bard. Yes, Sir, the rascal's drunk: you have hurt him, Sir, in the shoulder.

Fal. A rascal, 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 whoreson chops-ah, rogue!' I love thee,-thou art as valourous as He&tor of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon; and ten times better than the nine Worthies : a villain !

Fal. A rascally flave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.

Dol.

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