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Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPH
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Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPH
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BARDOLPH Well met, Corporal Nym.
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BARDOLPH Well met, Corporal Nym.
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NYM Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
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NYM Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
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BARDOLPH What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
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BARDOLPH What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
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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 an end.
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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 an end.
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BARDOLPH I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and we’ll be all three sworn brothers to France. Let ’t be so, good Corporal Nym.
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BARDOLPH I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and we’ll be all three sworn brothers to France. Let ’t be so, good Corporal Nym.
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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; that is the rendezvous of it.
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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; that is the rendezvous of it.
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BARDOLPH |
BARDOLPH |
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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.
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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.
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Enter PISTOL and HOSTESS
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Enter PISTOL and HOSTESS
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BARDOLPH Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be patient here.—How now, mine host Pistol?
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BARDOLPH Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be patient here.—How now, mine host Pistol?
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PISTOL 25 Base tyke, call’st thou me host?
Now, by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term,
Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
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PISTOL Base tyke, call’st thou me host?
Now, by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term,
Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
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HOSTESS 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 bawdy house straight.
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HOSTESS 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 bawdy house straight.
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NYM and PISTOL draw
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NYM and PISTOL draw
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Oh, well-a-day, Lady! If he be not hewn now, we shall see willful adultery and murder committed.
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Oh, well-a-day, Lady! If he be not hewn now, we shall see willful adultery and murder committed.
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BARDOLPH Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here.
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BARDOLPH Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here.
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NYM 35 Pish!
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NYM Pish!
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PISTOL Pish for thee, Iceland dog,
Thou prick-eared cur of Iceland!
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PISTOL Pish for thee, Iceland dog,
Thou prick-eared cur of Iceland!
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HOSTESS Good Corporal Nym, show thy valor and put up your sword.
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HOSTESS Good Corporal Nym, show thy valor and put up your sword.
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NYM 40 Will you shog off? (to PISTOL) I would have you solus.
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NYM Will you shog off? (to PISTOL) I would have you solus.
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PISTOL “Solus,” egregious dog? O viper vile,
The solus in thy most marvelous face,
The solus in thy teeth and in thy throat
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy,
45 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.
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PISTOL “Solus,” egregious dog? O viper vile,
The solus in thy most marvelous face,
The solus in thy teeth and in thy throat
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy,
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.
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NYM I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an humor to knock you indifferently 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 humor of it.
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NYM I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an humor to knock you indifferently 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 humor of it.
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PISTOL O braggart vile and damnèd furious wight,
55 The grave doth gape, and doting death is near.
Therefore exhale.
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PISTOL O braggart vile and damnèd furious wight,
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near.
Therefore exhale.
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BARDOLPH 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. (draws)
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BARDOLPH 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. (draws)
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PISTOL An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.
60 Give me thy fist, thy forefoot to me give.
Thy spirits are most tall.
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PISTOL An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.
Give me thy fist, thy forefoot to me give.
Thy spirits are most tall.
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NYM I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that is the humor of it.
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NYM I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that is the humor of it.
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PISTOL Couple à gorge, that is the word. I defy thee again.
65 O hound of Crete, think’st thou my spouse to get?
No, to the spital go,
And from the powd'ring tub of infamy
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid’s kind,
Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse.
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PISTOL Couple à gorge, that is the word. I defy thee again.
O hound of Crete, think’st thou my spouse to get?
No, to the spital go,
And from the powd'ring tub of infamy
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid’s kind,
Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse.
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70 I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly
For the only she, And—pauca—there’s enough. Go to.
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I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly
For the only she, And—pauca—there’s enough. Go to.
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Enter the BOY
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Enter the BOY
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BOY Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master and your hostess. He is very sick and would to bed.—Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he’s very ill.
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BOY Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master and your hostess. He is very sick and would to bed.—Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he’s very ill.
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BARDOLPH Away, you rogue!
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BARDOLPH Away, you rogue!
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HOSTESS 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.
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HOSTESS 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.
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Exeunt HOSTESS and BOY
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Exeunt HOSTESS and BOY
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BARDOLPH |
BARDOLPH |
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PISTOL Let floods o'erswell and fiends for food howl on!
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PISTOL Let floods o'erswell and fiends for food howl on!
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NYM You’ll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?
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NYM You’ll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?
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PISTOL 85 Base is the slave that pays.
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PISTOL Base is the slave that pays.
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NYM That now I will have—that’s the humor of it.
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NYM That now I will have—that’s the humor of it.
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PISTOL As manhood shall compound. Push home.
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PISTOL As manhood shall compound. Push home.
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They draw
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They draw
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BARDOLPH By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I’ll kill him. By this sword, I will.
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BARDOLPH By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I’ll kill him. By this sword, I will.
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PISTOL 90 “Sword” is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
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PISTOL “Sword” is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
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BARDOLPH Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Prithee, put up.
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BARDOLPH Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Prithee, put up.
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PISTOL A noble shalt thou have, and present pay,
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
95 And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood.
I’ll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me.
Is not this just? For I shall subtler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.
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PISTOL A noble 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 subtler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.
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NYM 100 I shall have my noble?
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NYM I shall have my noble?
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PISTOL In cash, most justly paid.
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PISTOL In cash, most justly paid.
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NYM Well, then, that’s the humor of ’t.
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NYM Well, then, that’s the humor of ’t.
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Enter HOSTESS
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Enter HOSTESS
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HOSTESS As ever you come of women, come in quickly to Sir John. Ah, poor heart, he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.
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HOSTESS As ever you come of women, come in quickly to Sir John. Ah, poor heart, he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.
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NYM The king hath run bad humors on the knight, that’s the even of it.
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NYM The king hath run bad humors on the knight, that’s the even of it.
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PISTOL Nym, thou hast spoke the right.
110 His heart is fracted and corroborate.
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PISTOL Nym, thou hast spoke the right.
His heart is fracted and corroborate.
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NYM The king is a good king, but it must be as it may. He passes some humors and careers.
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NYM The king is a good king, but it must be as it may. He passes some humors and careers.
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PISTOL Let us condole the knight, for, lambkins, we will live.
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PISTOL Let us condole the knight, for, lambkins, we will live.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPH
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Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPH
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BARDOLPH Well met, Corporal Nym.
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BARDOLPH Well met, Corporal Nym.
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NYM Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
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NYM Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
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BARDOLPH What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
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BARDOLPH What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
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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 an end.
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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 an end.
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BARDOLPH I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and we’ll be all three sworn brothers to France. Let ’t be so, good Corporal Nym.
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BARDOLPH I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and we’ll be all three sworn brothers to France. Let ’t be so, good Corporal Nym.
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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; that is the rendezvous of it.
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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; that is the rendezvous of it.
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BARDOLPH |
BARDOLPH |
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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.
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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.
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Enter PISTOL and HOSTESS
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Enter PISTOL and HOSTESS
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BARDOLPH Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be patient here.—How now, mine host Pistol?
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BARDOLPH Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be patient here.—How now, mine host Pistol?
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PISTOL 25 Base tyke, call’st thou me host?
Now, by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term,
Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
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PISTOL Base tyke, call’st thou me host?
Now, by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term,
Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
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HOSTESS 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 bawdy house straight.
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HOSTESS 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 bawdy house straight.
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NYM and PISTOL draw
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NYM and PISTOL draw
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Oh, well-a-day, Lady! If he be not hewn now, we shall see willful adultery and murder committed.
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Oh, well-a-day, Lady! If he be not hewn now, we shall see willful adultery and murder committed.
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BARDOLPH Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here.
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BARDOLPH Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here.
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NYM 35 Pish!
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NYM Pish!
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PISTOL Pish for thee, Iceland dog,
Thou prick-eared cur of Iceland!
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PISTOL Pish for thee, Iceland dog,
Thou prick-eared cur of Iceland!
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HOSTESS Good Corporal Nym, show thy valor and put up your sword.
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HOSTESS Good Corporal Nym, show thy valor and put up your sword.
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NYM 40 Will you shog off? (to PISTOL) I would have you solus.
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NYM Will you shog off? (to PISTOL) I would have you solus.
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PISTOL “Solus,” egregious dog? O viper vile,
The solus in thy most marvelous face,
The solus in thy teeth and in thy throat
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy,
45 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.
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PISTOL “Solus,” egregious dog? O viper vile,
The solus in thy most marvelous face,
The solus in thy teeth and in thy throat
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy,
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.
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NYM I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an humor to knock you indifferently 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 humor of it.
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NYM I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an humor to knock you indifferently 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 humor of it.
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PISTOL O braggart vile and damnèd furious wight,
55 The grave doth gape, and doting death is near.
Therefore exhale.
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PISTOL O braggart vile and damnèd furious wight,
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near.
Therefore exhale.
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BARDOLPH 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. (draws)
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BARDOLPH 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. (draws)
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PISTOL An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.
60 Give me thy fist, thy forefoot to me give.
Thy spirits are most tall.
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PISTOL An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.
Give me thy fist, thy forefoot to me give.
Thy spirits are most tall.
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NYM I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that is the humor of it.
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NYM I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that is the humor of it.
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PISTOL Couple à gorge, that is the word. I defy thee again.
65 O hound of Crete, think’st thou my spouse to get?
No, to the spital go,
And from the powd'ring tub of infamy
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid’s kind,
Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse.
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PISTOL Couple à gorge, that is the word. I defy thee again.
O hound of Crete, think’st thou my spouse to get?
No, to the spital go,
And from the powd'ring tub of infamy
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid’s kind,
Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse.
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70 I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly
For the only she, And—pauca—there’s enough. Go to.
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I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly
For the only she, And—pauca—there’s enough. Go to.
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Enter the BOY
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Enter the BOY
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BOY Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master and your hostess. He is very sick and would to bed.—Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he’s very ill.
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BOY Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master and your hostess. He is very sick and would to bed.—Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he’s very ill.
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BARDOLPH Away, you rogue!
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BARDOLPH Away, you rogue!
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HOSTESS 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.
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HOSTESS 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.
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Exeunt HOSTESS and BOY
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Exeunt HOSTESS and BOY
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BARDOLPH |
BARDOLPH |
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PISTOL Let floods o'erswell and fiends for food howl on!
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PISTOL Let floods o'erswell and fiends for food howl on!
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NYM You’ll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?
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NYM You’ll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?
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PISTOL 85 Base is the slave that pays.
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PISTOL Base is the slave that pays.
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NYM That now I will have—that’s the humor of it.
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NYM That now I will have—that’s the humor of it.
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PISTOL As manhood shall compound. Push home.
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PISTOL As manhood shall compound. Push home.
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They draw
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They draw
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BARDOLPH By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I’ll kill him. By this sword, I will.
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BARDOLPH By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I’ll kill him. By this sword, I will.
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PISTOL 90 “Sword” is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
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PISTOL “Sword” is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
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BARDOLPH Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Prithee, put up.
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BARDOLPH Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Prithee, put up.
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PISTOL A noble shalt thou have, and present pay,
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
95 And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood.
I’ll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me.
Is not this just? For I shall subtler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.
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PISTOL A noble 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 subtler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.
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NYM 100 I shall have my noble?
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NYM I shall have my noble?
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PISTOL In cash, most justly paid.
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PISTOL In cash, most justly paid.
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NYM Well, then, that’s the humor of ’t.
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NYM Well, then, that’s the humor of ’t.
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Enter HOSTESS
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Enter HOSTESS
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HOSTESS As ever you come of women, come in quickly to Sir John. Ah, poor heart, he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.
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HOSTESS As ever you come of women, come in quickly to Sir John. Ah, poor heart, he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.
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NYM The king hath run bad humors on the knight, that’s the even of it.
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NYM The king hath run bad humors on the knight, that’s the even of it.
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PISTOL Nym, thou hast spoke the right.
110 His heart is fracted and corroborate.
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PISTOL Nym, thou hast spoke the right.
His heart is fracted and corroborate.
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NYM The king is a good king, but it must be as it may. He passes some humors and careers.
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NYM The king is a good king, but it must be as it may. He passes some humors and careers.
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PISTOL Let us condole the knight, for, lambkins, we will live.
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PISTOL Let us condole the knight, for, lambkins, we will live.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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