1130hou
se, nor no cheter, but I do not loue
swagering by my troth,
¶I am the wor
se when one
saies
swagger: feele mai
sters, how I
¶shake, looke you, I warrant you.
¶Teresh. So you do ho
ste
sse.
¶Host. Doe I? yea in very trueth doe I, and twere an a
spen
1135leafe, I cannot abide
swaggrers.
¶Enter antient Pistol, and Bardolfes boy.
¶Pistol God
saue you
sir Iohn.
¶Fal. Welcome ancient Pi
stoll, heere Pi
stoll, I charge you
¶with a cuppe of
sacke, do you di
scharge vpon mine ho
ste
sse.
¶Pist. I will di
scharge vpon her
sir Iohn, with two bullets.
¶Fal. she is pi
stoll proofe:
sir, you
shall not hardely offend
1145Host. Come, Ile drink no proofes, nor no bullets, Ile drink
¶no more than will do me good, for no mans plea
sure, I.
¶Pist. Then, to you mi
stris Dorothy, I will charge you.
1150Doro. Charge me? I
scorne you,
scuruy companion: what
¶you poore ba
se ra
scally cheting lacke-linnen mate? away you
¶mouldie rogue, away, I am meate for your mai
ster.
¶Pist. I know you mi
stris Dorothy.
1155Doro. Away you cutpur
se ra
scall, you filthy boung, away,
¶by this wine Ile thru
st my knife in your mouldie chappes, and
¶you play the
sawcie cuttle with me. Away you bottle ale ra
s-
¶call, you ba
sket hilt
stale iuggler, you. Since when, I pray
¶you
sir: Gods light, with two points on your
shoulder? much.
¶Pist. God let me not liue, but I will murther your ruffe for
this.
1161.1sir Iohn No more Pi
stol, I would not haue you go off here,
¶di
scharge your
selfe of our company, Pi
stoll.
¶Host. No, good captaine Pi
stoll, not here,
sweete captaine.
¶Doro. Captain, thou abhominable damnd cheter, art thou
1165not a
shamed 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
¶slaue, for what? for teareing a poore whoores ruffe in a bawdy
¶hou
se: hee a captaine! hang him rogue, he liues vpon mowldy
