Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)
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of Henry the fift.
¶Looke you why, and wherefore,
¶The other day looke you, Pistolles
Which you know is a man of no merites
¶In the worell, is come where I was the other day,
2905And brings bread and sault, and bids me
¶Eate my Leeke: twas in a place, looke you,
¶Where I could moue no discentions:
A litle of my desires.
¶
Enter Pistoll.
Beggerly, lowsie knaue, God plesse you.
¶Pist. Ha, art thou bedlem?
Dost thou thurst base Troyan,
¶To haue me folde vp Parcas fatall web?
Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke.
¶It doth not agree with your stomache, and your appetite,
¶And your digestions, to eate this Leeke.
¶Pist. Not for Cadwalleder and all his goates.
He strikes him.
¶Desire you to liue and eate this Leeke.
Foure dayes, and foure nights, but Ile
¶Make him eate some part of my Leeke.
Flew. I
