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The sum is paid; the traitors are agreed ;
The same. Eastcheap.
Enter NYM and BARDOLPH.
Bar. What, are ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
Nym. For my part, I care not: I say little; but when time shall serve, there shall be 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 the humor of it.
Bar. I will bestow a breakfast, to make you friends; and we 'l be all three sworn brothers to France : let it be so, good corporal Nym.
1 i. e. you shall pass the sea without the qualms of sea sickness.
Nym. 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; 1 that is the rendezvous of it.
Bar. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell Quickly; and, certainly, she did you wrong; for you were troth-plight to her.
Nym. I cannot tell; things must be as they may : 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: though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell.
Enter PISTOL and MRS. QUICKLY.
Bar. Here comes ancient Pistol and his wife : good corporal, be patient here.-How now, mine host Pistol ?
Pis. Base tike,? call'st thou me host ?
Mrs. 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 bawdyhouse straight. [Nym draws his sword.] O Lord !
1 What I am resolved on,
here's corporal Nym's: now shall we have wilful adultery and murder committed. Good lieutenant Bardolph,--good corporal, offer nothing here.
Pis. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-eared cur of Iceland !
Mrs. Quick. Good corporal Nym, show the valor of a man, and put up thy sword. Nym. Will you shog off? I would have
(sheathing his sword. Pis. Solus, egregious dog? O viper vile ! The solus in thy most marvellous face ; The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat, And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy ; 1 And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! I do retort the solus in thy bowels : For I can take ; and Pistol's cock is up, And flashing fire will follow. Nym. I am not Barbason ;? you cannot conjure
I have a humor to knock you indifferently well : if you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I
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 humor of it.
Pis. O braggart vile, and damned furious wight! The grave
doth gape, and doting death is near; Therefore exhale.3
[Pistol and Nym draw.
2 The name of a dæmon.
I A corruption of par Dieu. 3 Breathe your last.
Bar. Hear me, hear me what I say :-he that strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.
[draus. Pis. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall
abate. Give me thy fist; thy fore-foot to me give: Thy spirits are most tall.
Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair terms; that is the humor of it. Pis. Coupe le gorge; that's the word.—1 thee
defy again. O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to
No; to the spital go,
Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master,--and you, hostess ;-he is very sick, and would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy nose between his sheets, and do the office of a warmingpan : faith, he's
ill. Bar. Away, you rogue. Mrs. Quick. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days: the king has killed his heart. Good husband, come home presently.
[Exeunt Mrs. Quickly and Boy. Bar. Come, shall I make you two friends ? We must to France together. Why, the devil, should we keep knives to cut one another's throats ? Pis. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food
howl on! Nym. You 'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting ?
Pis. Base is the slave that pays.
Nym. That now I will have; that's the humor of it.
Pis. As manhood shall compound. Push home.
Bar. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I 'll kill him; by this sword, I will.
Pis. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their
Bar. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Pr’ythee, put up.
Nym. I shall have my eight shillings, I won of you at betting?
Pis. A noble 1 shalt thou have, and present pay; And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood : I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me:Is not this just ?-for I shall sutler be
I A coin of the value of six shillings and eight pence.