needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy-
house straight. O well-a-day, ! if
he be not drawn now: we shall see wilful
adultery and murder committed. 40
Bard. Good lieutenant! good corporal! offer
Pist. Pish for thee, 44! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland!
Host. Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour
and put up your sword.
Nym. Will you
Pist. Solus, egregious dog? O viper vile!
The solus in thy most face;
The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat,
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, ;
And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! 53
I do retort the solus in thy bowels;
For I can , and Pistol's cock is up,
And flashing fire will follow. 56
Nym. I am not
jure me. I have an humour to knock you in-
differently 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.
Pist. O braggart vile and damned furious wight! 64
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near;