eord: you are both, in good troth, as rheumatick as two dry toasts; you cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What the good-year! one must bear, and that must he you: [To Doll} you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the emp tier vessel.

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 stuff'd in the hold. Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack; thou art going to the wars; and whether I shall ever see thes again, or, no, there is nobody cares.

Re-enter Drawer.

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Draw. Sir, ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with you.'

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

Host. 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 very best: Shut the door;

there comes ho swaggerers here: I have not lived all this while, to have swaggering now: → shut the door, I pray you.

Fal. Dost thou hear, hostess? Host. Pray you pacify yourself, there comes no swaggers here.

Sir John

Fal. Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient. Host Tilly-fally, Sir John, never tell me; your ancient swaggerer comes not in my doors, I was before master Tisick, the deputy, the other day; and, as he said to me, it was

no longer ago than Wednesday last, Neigh bour Quickly, says he;" master Dumb, our minister, was by then; Neighbour Quickly, says he, receive those that are civil; for, saith 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; thereforetake heed what guests you receive: Receive, says he, no swaggering companions. There comes 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, he; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy greyhound: he will not swagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any show 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, mastershow shake; look you, I warrant you. Dohai So you do, hostess.

~Host: Do I? yea; in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen leaf: I cannot abide, swagger

Pist. 'Save you, Sir John! Fal. Welcome, ancient Pistol. I charge you with a cup of sack: charge upon mine hostess.

Pist. I will discharge upon her, Sir John,

with two bullets.

Fal. She is pistol-proof, Sir; you shall hardly offend her.

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

Pist. Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.

Dol. Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy companion. What! you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am neat for your master.

Pist. I know you, mistress Dorothy.

Dol. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, , you bottle-ale rascal! you basket hilt stale juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, Sir? What, with two points on your shoulder? much!

Pist. I will murder your ruff for this.

Fal. No more Pistol; I would not have you go off here: discharge yourself of our company, Pistol.

Host. No, good captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain...

Dol. Captain thon abominable damn'd cheater, art thou not ashamed to be call'd captain? If captains were of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for taking their names upon you before you have earn'd them: You a captain, you slave! for what? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a captain Hang him, rogue! He lives upon mouldy stew'd prunes, and dried 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 sorted: therefore captains had need look to it.

Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient.
Fal. Ilark thee hither, Mistress Doll.

Pist. Not 1 I tell thee what, corporal Bar", dolph; I could tear her: I'll be reveng

on her.

Pist. I'll see her daman'd first; to Pluto's damned lake, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I. Down! down, dogs! down faitors! Have we not Hiren here?

Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is very late, i'faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your choler.

Pist. These be good humours, indeed! Shall packhorses. And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,

Which cannot go but thirty miles a day,
Compare with Casars, and with Cannibals,
And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them

with

King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
Shall we fall foul for toys?

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Host. By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.

Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to a brawl anon.

Pist. Die men, like dogs; give crowns like pins; Have we not Hiren here?

Ilost. Q'my word, captain, there's none such here. What the good-year! do you think, I would deny her? for God's sake, be quiet,

Pist. Then, feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis: Come, give's some sack..

Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me contenta. Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire:

Give me some`sack;

and, sweetheart, lie thou there, [Laying down his sword.

Come we to full points here; and are et cetera's

nothing 2.

Fal. Pistol, would be quiet.

.

I kiss thy neif: What!

we be even stars.

seen

Dol. Thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure such a fustian rascal.

Pist. Thrust him down stairs! know we not Galloway nags?

Fal. Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove - groat shilling: nay, if he do nothing but speak nothing,h ‚he shall be nothing here. Bard. Come, get you down stairs.

Pist. What! shall we have incision? shall we imbrue?

[Snatching up his sword. Then death rock me asleep, abridgesny doleful days? deoLy Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds Untwine the sisters three! Come, Atropos, I saydon ale Host. Here's goodly stuff toward!nas Fal. Give me my rapier, boyz smas

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Dol. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.

Fal. Get you down stairs.

[Drawing, and driving PISTOL out. Host. Here's a goodly tomult! I forswear keeping house, afore I'll be in these tirvits and frights. So; murder, I warrant now. Alas, alas! put up your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons.

[Exeunt PISTOL and BARDOLPH.