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Dorothy. Can a weake empty veffell beare fuch a huge full hogfhead? theres a whole marchats venture of Burdeux ftuffe in him, you haue not feene a hulke better stuft in the hold. Come, Ile be friends with thee Iacke, thou art going to the wars, and whether I fhall euer fee thee againe or no there is no body cares.

Enter drawer.

Dra. Sir, antient Piftol's belowe, and would speake with

you.

Dol. Hang him fwaggering rafcal, let him not come hither it is the foule-mouthd'ft rogue in England.

Hoft. If he fwagger, let him not come here, no by my faith I muft liue among my neighbours, Ile no fwaggerers, I am in good name, and fame with the very beft: fhut the doore, there comes no fwaggerers here, I haue not liu'd al this while to haue fwaggering now, fhut the doore I pray you. Fal. Doft thou heare hofteffe?

Hoft. Pray ye pacifie your felfe fir Iohn, there comes no Swaggerers here.

Fal. Doft thou heare? it is mine ancient.

Ho. Tilly fally, fir John, nere tel me: and your ancient fwaggrer comes not in my doores: I was before maifter Tifiche the debuty tother day, and (as he faid to me) twas no longer ago than Wedsday laft, I good faith, neighbor Quickcly, fayes he, maifter Dumbe our minister was by then, neighbor Quickly (faies he) receiue thofe that are ciuil, for (faide he) you are in an ill name: now a faide fo, I can tell whereupon. For (faies he) you are an honest woman, and .ell thought on, therefore take heede what ghefts you receiue, recciue (faies he) no fwaggering companions: there comes none here: you would bleffe you to heare what he faid: no, Ile no fwaggrers,

Falft. Hees no fwaggrer hofteffe, a tame cheter yfaith, you may stroke him as gently as a puppy grey-hound, heele not VOL. II. fwagger

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fwagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turne backe in any fhew of refiftance, call him vp drawer.

Hoft. Cheter call you him? I will barre no honest man my houfe, nor no cheter, but I do not loue fwagering by my troth, I am the worse when one faies fwagger: feele maisters, how I fhake, looke you, I warrant you.

Tereb. So you do hostesse.

Hoft. Doe I yea in very trueth doe I, and twere an afpen leafe, I cannot abide fwaggrers.

· Enter antient Pistol, and Bardolfes boy.

Piftol. God faue you fir Iohn."

Fal. Welcome ancient Piftoll, heere Pistoll, I charge you with a cuppe of facke, do you discharge vpon mine hostesse. Pift. I will discharge vpon her fir Iohn, with two bullets. Fal. She is piftoll proofe: fir, you shall not hardely offend her.

Hoft. Come, Ile drink no proofes, nor no bullets, Ile drink no more than will do me good, for no mans pleasure, I. Pist. Then, to you miftris Dorothy, I will charge you. Doro. Charge me? I fcorne you, fcuruy companion: what you poore base rafcally cheting lacke-linnen mate? away you mouldie rogue, away, I am meate for your maister.

Pift. I know you mistris Dorothy.

Doro. Away you cutpurfe rafcall, you filthy boung, away, by this wine Ile thruft my knife in your mouldie chappes, and you play the fawcie cuttle with me. Away you bottle ale rafcall, you basket hilt ftale iuggler, you. Since when, I pray you fir Gods light, with two points on your fhoulder? much.

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Pift. God let me not liue, but I will murther your ruffe for this.

Sir John. No more Pistol, I would not haue you go off here, discharge your felfe of our company, Pistoll.

Hoft.

Hoft. No, good captaine Piftoll, not here, fweete captaine. Doro. Captain, thou abhominable damnd cheter, art thou not ashamed to be called captaine? and captaines were of my mind, they would trunchion you out, for taking their names vpon you, before you haue earnd them: you a captaine? you flaue, for what? for teareing a poore whoores ruffe in a bawdy house: hee a captaine! hang him rogue, he liues vpon mowldy ftewd pruins, and dried cakes: a captaine? Gods light these villaines wil make the word as odious as the word occupy, which was an excellent good worde before it was il forted, therefore captains had neede look too't.

Bard. Pray thee go downe good ancient.

Falft. Hearke thee hither miftris Dol.

Pift. Not I, I tell thee what corporall Bardolfe, I could teare her, Ile be reuengde of her.

Boy. Pray thee go downe.

Pift. Ile fee her damnd firft, to Plutoes damnd lake by this had to th'infernal deep, with Erebus and tortures vile alfo : holde hooke and line, fay I: downe, downe dogges, downe faters haue we not Hiren here?

Hoft. Good captain Peefell be quiet, tis very late yfaith, I befeeke you now aggrauate your choller.

Pift. Thefe be good humors indeede, fhal pack-horses, and hollow pamperd iades of Afia which cannot goe but thirtie mile a day, compare with Cæfars and with Canibals, and Troiant Greekes? nay rather damne them with king Cerberus, and let the welkin roare, fhall we fall foule for toies?

Hoft. By my troth captaine, these are very bitter words. Bard. Be gone good ancient, this will grow to a brawle

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Pift. Men like dogges giue crownes like pins, haue we not Hiren here?

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Hoft. A my word captaine, theres none fuch here, what the goodyeare do you thinke I would denie her? for Gods fake be quiet.

Pift. Then feed and be fat, my faire Calipolis, come giues fome facke, fi fortune me tormente fperato me contento, feare we brode fides? no, let the fiend giue fire, giue me fome facke, and fweet hart, lie thou there, come we to ful points here? and are & cæteraes, no things?

Falft. Piftol, I would be quiet.

Pift. Sweet knight, I kiffe thy neaffe, what, we haue feene the feuen ftarres.

Dol. For Gods fake thruft him down ftaires, I cannot indure fuch a fuftian rafcall.

Pift. Thrust him downe ftaires, know we not Galloway nagges?

Falft. Quaite him downe Bardolfe like a houe-groat fhilling, nay, and a doe nothing but speake nothing, a shall be nothing here.

Bard. Come, get you downe ftaires.

Pift. What fhall we haue incifion? fhall we imbrew? then death rocke me a sleepe, abridge my dolefull daies: why then let grieuous gaftly gaping wounds vntwinde the fifters three, come Atropafe I fay.

Hoft. Heres goodly ftuffe toward.

Falft. Giue me my rapier, boy.

Dol. I pray thee Iacke, I pray thee do not drawe.

Fal. Get you downe staires.

Hoft. Heres a goodly tumult, lle forfweare keeping houfe afore Ile be in these tirrits and frights, fo, murder I warant now, alas, alas, put vp your naked weapons, put vp your naked weapons.

Dol. I pray thee Iacke be quiet, the rafcal's gone, ah you horfon little vliaunt villaine you.

Hoft.

Hoft. Are you not hurte i'th groyne? me thought a made a fhrewd thruft at your belly.

Fal Haue you turnd him out a doores?

Bar. Yea fir, the rafcal's drunke, you haue hurt him fir i'th fhoulder.

Fal. A rafcall to braue me?

Dǝl. A you sweet little rogue you, alas poore ape how thou fweatst, come let me wipe thy face, come on you horfone chops: a rogue, yfaith I loue thee, thou art as valorous ast Hector of Troy, woorth fiue of Agamemnon, and ten times. better then the nine worthies, a villaine!

Fal. Ah rafcally flaue! I will toile the rogue in a blanket. Dol. Do and thou darft for thy heart, and thou dost, Ile canuas thee betweene a payre of sheetes.

Boy. The mufique is come fir.

Enter muficke.

Fal. Let them play, play firs, fit on my knee Doll, a rafcall bragging flaue! the rogue fled from me like quickfiluer.

Dol. Yfaith and thou followdft him like a church, thou horfon little tydee Bartholemew borepigge, when wilt thou leaue fighting a daies and foyning a nights, and begin to patch vp thine old body for heauen.

Enter prince and Poynes.

Fal. Peace good Doll, do not fpeake like a deathes head, do not bid me remember mine end.

Dol. Sirra, what humour's the prince of?

Fal. A good fhallow yong fellow, a would haue made a good pantler, a would a chipt bread wel.

Dol. They fay Poines has a good wit.

Fal. He a good wit? hang him baboon, his wit's as thicke as Tewksbury mustard, theres no more conceit in him then is in a mallet.

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