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Before QUICKLY's House in East-cheap.
BARDOL P H.
Nim. Good-morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph. Bard. What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends
but when time shall serve, there shall be. [t smiles] But that shall be as it may. I dare not fight, but I will wink and hold out mine iron; it is a simple one; but what though? it will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's sword will; and there's an end.
Bard. I will bellow a breakfast to make you friends, and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France : let it be so, good corporal Nim.
Nim. Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may; that is my rest, that is the rendezvous of it.
Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nel Quickly; and certainly she did you wrong, for you were troth-plight to her.
Nim. I cannot tell, things must be as they may ; *SCENE IV.] Between this and the foregoing Scene, in all the Editions hitherto, is inserted the Chorus which I have postponed. That Chorus manifestly is intended to advertise the Spe&ators of the Change of the Scene to Southampton, and therefore ought to be placed just before that Change, and not here, where the Scene is Hill continued in London.
t there shall be smiles) I suspeå smiles to be a marginal Dire&ion crept into the Text.
It is natural for a Man, when he threatens, to break off abruptly, and couclude, but that shall be as it may. But this fantastical Fellow is made to smile disdainfully while he threatens; which Circumstance was marked for the Player's Direc, tion in the Margin.
men may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and some say, knives have edges: it must be as it may; tho' patience be a tir'd Dame, yet she will plod; there must be conclusions; well, I cannot tell,
Enter Pistol and Quickly. Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol and his wife ; good corporal, be patient here. How now, mine hoft Pistol ?
Pist. Base tyke, call'st thou me hoft? now by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term; nor shall my
Nel keep lodgers.
Quick. No, by my troth, not long: for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. O welliday lady, if he be not drawn ! Now we shall see wilful adultery, and murder committed.
Bard. Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here.
Pist. Pish for thee, Island dog; thou prick-ear'd cur of Isand.
Quick. Good corporal Nim, shew thy valour and put up thy sword. Nim. Will you shog off? I would have you folus.
Pift. Solus, egregious, dog! O viper vile ! The folus in thy most marvellous face, The folus in thy teeth, and in thy throat, And in thy hateful lungs; yea, in thy maw, perdy; And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth. I do retort the folus in thy bowels ; For I can take, and Piftol's cock is up, And flashing fire will follow.
Nim. I am not Barbason, you cannot conjure me: I have an humour to knock you indifferently well; if you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with
my rapier as I'may, in fair terms. If you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little in good terms as I may, and that's the humour of it. Pijt
. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight! The grave dotli gape, and doating death is near; Therefore exhale. Bard. Hear me, hear me, what I say: he that
, I strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts as I am a soldier.
Pif. An Oath of mickle might; and fury shallabate. Give me thy fift, thy fore-foot to me give : Thy spirits are most tall.
Nin. I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair erms, that is the humour of it. Pift. Coupe à gorge, that is the word.
I defy thee again. O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? No, to the fpittle go. And from the powd’ring tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar Kite of Cresid's kind, Dol Tear-fheet, she by name, and her espouse. I have, and I will hold the Quondam Quickly For th' only she; and pauca, there's enough ; go to.
Enter the Boy. Boy: Mine hoft Pistol, you must come to my master, and your hostess : he is very sick, and would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy nose between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan : faith, he's very ill.
Bard. Away, you rogue.
Quick. By my troth, he'll yield the Crow a pudding one of these days; the King has kill'd his heart. Good husband, come home presently. (Exit Quickly.
Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends? we muft to France together: why the devil should we keep knives to cut one another's throats ?
Pift. Let floods o'er-fwell, and fiends for food howl
Nim. You'll pay me the eight shillings, I won of you at betting?
Pift. Base is the slave, that pays.
Draw. Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him; by this sword, I will.
Pift. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course,
Bard. Corporal Nim, an thou wilt be friends, be friends; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too; pr’ythee, put up.
Pift. A noble shalt thou have and present pay ;
Nim. I shall have my noble ?
Re-enter Quickly. Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John: ah, poor heart, he is so shak'd of a burn-. ing quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.
Nim. The King hath run bad humours on the Knight, that's the even of it.
Pift. Nim, thou hast spoken the right, his heart is fracted and corroborate.
Nim. The King is a good King, but it must be as it may; he passes fome humours and careers.
Pift. Let us condole the Knight; for, lambkins ! we will live.
[Exeunt. L 4
* А СТ II. SCENE I.
Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
* Act II. SCENE I.) I have divided the Ads of this Play differently from all the Editions, by beginning here the second Ad, whereby each throughout the Play begins with a Chorus regularly; whereas before, this Chorus was ftruck into a place where it inter.. rupted the Continuance of the Scene, and for want of this Division, they were forced to split the one day's Battle at Agincourt into two A&s, namely the Third and fourth. See the Note on A& IV.
Mr. Pope. Confirm'd