The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
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Falst.
Do'st thou heare? it is mine Ancient.
Do'st thou heare? it is mine Ancient.
Host.
Tilly-fally (Sir Iohn) neuer tell me, your ancient
Swaggerer comes not in my doores. I was before Master
Tisick the Deputie, the other day: and as hee said to me,
it was no longer agoe then Wednesday last: Neighbour
Quickly (sayes hee;) Master Dombe, our Minister, was by
then: Neighbour Quickly (sayes hee) receiue those that
are Ciuill; for (sayth hee) you are in an ill Name: now
hee said so, I can tell whereupon: for (sayes hee) you are
an honest Woman, and well thought on; therefore take
heede what Guests you receiue: Receiue (sayes hee) no
swaggering Companions. There comes none heere. You
would blesse you to heare what hee said. No, Ile no Swaggerers.
Tilly-fally (Sir Iohn) neuer tell me, your ancient
Swaggerer comes not in my doores. I was before Master
Tisick the Deputie, the other day: and as hee said to me,
it was no longer agoe then Wednesday last: Neighbour
Quickly (sayes hee;) Master Dombe, our Minister, was by
then: Neighbour Quickly (sayes hee) receiue those that
are Ciuill; for (sayth hee) you are in an ill Name: now
hee said so, I can tell whereupon: for (sayes hee) you are
an honest Woman, and well thought on; therefore take
heede what Guests you receiue: Receiue (sayes hee) no
swaggering Companions. There comes none heere. You
would blesse you to heare what hee said. No, Ile no Swaggerers.
Falst.
Hee's no Swaggerer (Hostesse:) a tame Cheater,
hee: you may stroake him as gently, as a Puppie Greyhound:
hee will not swagger with a Barbarie Henne, if
her feathers turne backe in any shew of resistance. Call
him vp (Drawer.)
Hee's no Swaggerer (Hostesse:) a tame Cheater,
hee: you may stroake him as gently, as a Puppie Greyhound:
hee will not swagger with a Barbarie Henne, if
her feathers turne backe in any shew of resistance. Call
him vp (Drawer.)
Host.
Cheater, call you him? I will barre no honest
man my house, nor no Cheater: but I doe not loue swaggering;
I am the worse when one sayes, swagger: Feele
Masters, how I shake: looke you, I warrant you.
Cheater, call you him? I will barre no honest
man my house, nor no Cheater: but I doe not loue swaggering;
I am the worse when one sayes, swagger: Feele
Masters, how I shake: looke you, I warrant you.
Dol.
So you doe, Hostesse.
So you doe, Hostesse.
Host.
Doe I? yea, in very truth doe I, if it were an Aspen
Leafe: I cannot abide Swaggerers.
Doe I? yea, in very truth doe I, if it were an Aspen
Leafe: I cannot abide Swaggerers.
Enter Pistol, and Bardolph and his Boy.
Pist.
'Saue you, Sir Iohn.
'Saue you, Sir Iohn.
Falst.
Welcome Ancient Pistol. Here (Pistol) I charge
you with a Cup of Sacke: doe you discharge vpon mine Hostesse.
Welcome Ancient Pistol. Here (Pistol) I charge
you with a Cup of Sacke: doe you discharge vpon mine Hostesse.
Pist.
I will discharge vpon her (Sir Iohn) with two Bullets.
I will discharge vpon her (Sir Iohn) with two Bullets.
Falst.
She is Pistoll-proofe (Sir) you shall hardly offend her.
She is Pistoll-proofe (Sir) you shall hardly offend her.
Host.
Come, Ile drinke no Proofes, nor no Bullets: I
will drinke no more then will doe me good, for no mans
pleasure, I.
Come, Ile drinke no Proofes, nor no Bullets: I
will drinke no more then will doe me good, for no mans
pleasure, I.
Pist.
Then to you (Mistris Dorothie) I will charge you.
Then to you (Mistris Dorothie) I will charge you.
Dol.
Charge me? I scorne you (scuruie Companion)
what? you poore, base, rascally, cheating, lacke-Linnen-Mate:
away you mouldie Rogue, away; I am meat for your Master.
Charge me? I scorne you (scuruie Companion)
what? you poore, base, rascally, cheating, lacke-Linnen-Mate:
away you mouldie Rogue, away; I am meat for your Master.
Pist.
I know you, Mistris Dorothie.
I know you, Mistris Dorothie.
Dol.
Away you Cut-purse Rascall, you filthy Bung,
away: By this Wine, Ile thrust my Knife in your mouldie
Chappes, if you play the sawcie Cuttle with me. Away
you Bottle-Ale Rascall, you Basket-hilt stale Iugler, you.
Since when, I pray you, Sir? what, with two Points on
your shoulder? much.
Away you Cut-purse Rascall, you filthy Bung,
away: By this Wine, Ile thrust my Knife in your mouldie
Chappes, if you play the sawcie Cuttle with me. Away
you Bottle-Ale Rascall, you Basket-hilt stale Iugler, you.
Since when, I pray you, Sir? what, with two Points on
your shoulder? much.
Pist.
I will murther your Ruffe, for this.
I will murther your Ruffe, for this.
Host.
No, good Captaine Pistol: not heere, sweete Captaine.
No, good Captaine Pistol: not heere, sweete Captaine.
Dol.
Captaine? thou abhominable damn'd Cheater,
art thou not asham'd to be call'd Captaine? If Captaines
were of my minde, they would trunchion you out, for taking
their Names vpon you, before you haue earn'd them.
You a Captaine? you slaue, for what? for tearing a poore
Whores Ruffe in a Bawdy-house? Hee a Captaine? hang
him Rogue, hee liues vpon mouldie stew'd-Pruines, and
dry'de Cakes. A Captaine? These Villaines will make
the word Captaine odious: Therefore Captaines had
neede looke to it.
Captaine? thou abhominable damn'd Cheater,
art thou not asham'd to be call'd Captaine? If Captaines
were of my minde, they would trunchion you out, for taking
their Names vpon you, before you haue earn'd them.
You a Captaine? you slaue, for what? for tearing a poore
Whores Ruffe in a Bawdy-house? Hee a Captaine? hang
him Rogue, hee liues vpon mouldie stew'd-Pruines, and
dry'de Cakes. A Captaine? These Villaines will make
the word Captaine odious: Therefore Captaines had
neede looke to it.
Bard.
'Pray thee goe downe, good Ancient.
'Pray thee goe downe, good Ancient.
Falst.
Hearke thee hither, Mistris Dol.
Hearke thee hither, Mistris Dol.
Pist.
Not I: I tell thee what, Corporall Bardolph, I
could teare her: Ile be reueng'd on her.
Not I: I tell thee what, Corporall Bardolph, I
could teare her: Ile be reueng'd on her.
Page.
'Pray thee goe downe.
'Pray thee goe downe.
Pist.
Ile see her damn'd first: to Pluto's damn'd Lake,
to the Infernall Deepe, where Erebus and Tortures vilde
also. Hold Hooke and Line, say I: Downe: downe
Dogges, downe Fates: haue wee not Hiren here?
Ile see her damn'd first: to Pluto's damn'd Lake,
to the Infernall Deepe, where Erebus and Tortures vilde
also. Hold Hooke and Line, say I: Downe: downe
Dogges, downe Fates: haue wee not Hiren here?
Host.
Good Captaine Peesel be quiet, it is very late:
I beseeke you now, aggrauate your Choler.
Good Captaine Peesel be quiet, it is very late:
I beseeke you now, aggrauate your Choler.
Pist.
These be good Humors indeede. Shall Pack-Horses,
and hollow-pamper'd Iades of Asia, which cannot
goe but thirtie miles a day, compare with Cæsar, and
with Caniballs, and Troian Greekes? nay, rather damne
them with King Cerberus, and let the Welkin roare: shall
wee fall foule for Toyes?
These be good Humors indeede. Shall Pack-Horses,
and hollow-pamper'd Iades of Asia, which cannot
goe but thirtie miles a day, compare with Cæsar, and
with Caniballs, and Troian Greekes? nay, rather damne
them with King Cerberus, and let the Welkin roare: shall
wee fall foule for Toyes?
Host.
By my troth Captaine, these are very bitter words.
By my troth Captaine, these are very bitter words.
Bard.
Be gone, good Ancient: this will grow to a Brawle anon.
Be gone, good Ancient: this will grow to a Brawle anon.
Pist.
Die men, like Dogges; giue Crownes like Pinnes:
Haue we not Hiren here?
Die men, like Dogges; giue Crownes like Pinnes:
Haue we not Hiren here?
Host.
On my word (Captaine) there's none such here.
What the good-yere, doe you thinke I would denye her?
I pray be quiet.
On my word (Captaine) there's none such here.
What the good-yere, doe you thinke I would denye her?
I pray be quiet.
Pist.
Then feed, and be fat (my faire Calipolis.) Come,
giue me some Sack, Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contente.
Feare wee broad-sides? No, let the Fiend giue fire:
Giue me some Sack: and Sweet-heart lye thou there:
Come wee to full Points here, and are et cetera's nothing?
Then feed, and be fat (my faire Calipolis.) Come,
giue me some Sack, Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contente.
Feare wee broad-sides? No, let the Fiend giue fire:
Giue me some Sack: and Sweet-heart lye thou there:
Come wee to full Points here, and are et cetera's nothing?
Fal.
Pistol, I would be quiet.
Pistol, I would be quiet.
Pist.
Sweet Knight, I kisse thy Neaffe: what? wee haue
seene the seuen Starres.
Sweet Knight, I kisse thy Neaffe: what? wee haue
seene the seuen Starres.
Dol.
Thrust him downe stayres, I cannot endure such a Fustian Rascall.
Thrust him downe stayres, I cannot endure such a Fustian Rascall.
Pist.
Thrust him downe stayres? know we not Galloway Nagges?
Thrust him downe stayres? know we not Galloway Nagges?
Fal.
Quoit him downe (Bardolph) like a shoue-groat
shilling: nay, if hee doe nothing but speake nothing, hee
shall be nothing here.
Quoit him downe (Bardolph) like a shoue-groat
shilling: nay, if hee doe nothing but speake nothing, hee
shall be nothing here.
Bard.
Come, get you downe stayres.
Come, get you downe stayres.
Pist.
What? shall wee haue Incision? shall wee embrew?
then Death rocke me asleepe, abridge my dolefull
dayes: why then let grieuous, gastly, gaping Wounds,
vntwin'd the Sisters three: Come Atropos, I say.
What? shall wee haue Incision? shall wee embrew?
then Death rocke me asleepe, abridge my dolefull
dayes: why then let grieuous, gastly, gaping Wounds,
vntwin'd the Sisters three: Come Atropos, I say.
Host.
Here's good stuffe toward.
Here's good stuffe toward.
Fal.
Giue me my Rapier, Boy.
Giue me my Rapier, Boy.
Dol.
I prethee Iack, I prethee doe not draw.
I prethee Iack, I prethee doe not draw.
Fal.
Get you downe stayres.
Get you downe stayres.
Host.
Here's a goodly tumult: Ile forsweare keeping
house, before Ile be in these tirrits, and frights. So: Murther
I warrant now. Alas, alas, put vp your naked Weapons,
put vp your naked Weapons.
Here's a goodly tumult: Ile forsweare keeping
house, before Ile be in these tirrits, and frights. So: Murther
I warrant now. Alas, alas, put vp your naked Weapons,
put vp your naked Weapons.
Dol.
I prethee Iack be quiet, the Rascall is gone: ah,
you whorson little valiant Villaine, you.
I prethee Iack be quiet, the Rascall is gone: ah,
you whorson little valiant Villaine, you.
Host.
Are you not hurt i'th' Groyne? me thought hee
made a shrewd Thrust at your Belly.
Are you not hurt i'th' Groyne? me thought hee
made a shrewd Thrust at your Belly.
Fal.
Haue you turn'd him out of doores?
Haue you turn'd him out of doores?
Bard.
Yes Sir: the Rascall's drunke: you haue hurt
him (Sir) in the shoulder.
Yes Sir: the Rascall's drunke: you haue hurt
him (Sir) in the shoulder.
Fal.
A Rascall to braue me.
A Rascall to braue me.
Dol.
Ah, you sweet little Rogue, you: alas, poore Ape
how thou sweat'st? Come, let me wipe thy Face: Come
on, you whorson Chops: Ah Rogue, I loue thee: Thou
Ah, you sweet little Rogue, you: alas, poore Ape
how thou sweat'st? Come, let me wipe thy Face: Come
on, you whorson Chops: Ah Rogue, I loue thee: Thou
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