We must to France together. Why the devil
should we keep knives to cut one another's
throats? 96
Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on!
Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won
of you at betting?
Pist. Base is the slave that pays. 100
Nym. That now I will have; that's the
humour of it.
Pist. As manhood shall compound: push home.
Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first
thrust, I'll kill him; by this sword, I will. 105
Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends,
be friends: an thou wilt not, why then, be ene-
mies with me too. Prithee, put up. 109
Nym. I shall have my eight shillings I won
of you at betting?
Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
And liquor likewise will I give to thee, 113
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 116
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.
Nym. I shall have my noble?
Pist. In cash most justly paid.
Nym. Well then, that's the humour of it. 121
103 compound: decide
107 an: if
112 noble: 6s. 8d.
116 sutler: one who sells provisions and liquor
