Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)
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Enter Nim and Bardolfe.
¶Bar. Godmorrow Corporall Nim.
¶Nim. Godmorrow Lieftenant Bardolfe.
¶I dare not fight, but I will winke and hold out mine Iron:
¶And it will endure cold as an other mans sword will,
¶And theres the humor of it.
¶For thou weart troth plight to her.
525And men may sleepe and haue their throtes about them
¶At that time, and there is the humour of it.
And thee friendes. What a plague should we carrie kniues
515.1To cut our owne throates.
¶Nim. Yfaith Ile liue as long as I may, thats the certaine of it.
¶And when I cannot liue any longer, Ile do as I may,
520And theres my rest, and the randeuous of it.
530
Enter Pistoll and Hostes Quickly, his wife.
530.1Bar. Godmorrow ancient Pistoll.
¶Here comes ancient Pistoll, I prithee Nim be quiet.
Now by gads lugges I sweare, I scorne the title,
535Nor shall my Nell keepe lodging.
¶Host. No by my troath not I,
That liue honestly by the prick of their needle,
539.1O Lord heeres Corporall Nims, now shall
¶We haue wilful adultry and murther committed:
541.1Good Corporall Nim shew the valour of a man,
¶And put vp your sword.
¶And in thy lungs, and which is worse, within
¶Bowels, and in thy Iaw, perdie: for I can talke,
And Pistolls flashing firy cock is vp.
I haue an humour Pistoll to knock you indifferently well,
¶And you fall foule with me Pistoll, Ile scoure you with my
¶Rapier in faire termes. If you will walke off a little,
560Ile prick your guts a litle in good termes,
¶And theres the humour of it.
¶Pist. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight,
¶The Graue doth gape, and groaning
Death is neare, therefore exall.
563.1
They drawe.
¶Ile kill him, as I am a souldier.
¶And theres the humor of it.
¶Pist. Couple gorge is the word, I thee defie agen:
575No, to the powdering tub of infamy,
¶Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cresides kinde,
Doll Tear-sheete, she by name, and her espowse
¶I haue, and I will hold, the quandom quickly,
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Enter the Boy.
¶And you Host Pistoll. Good Bardolfe
586.1Ile go to him, husband youle come?
¶Bar. Come Pistoll be friends.
¶Nim prithee be friends, and if thou wilt not be
¶Enemies with me too.
¶Nim. That now I will haue, and theres the humor of it.
600Ile kill him by this sword.
¶_beating?
And liquor likewise will giue to thee,
¶Ile liue by Nim as Nim shall liue by me:
¶Vnto the Campe, and profit will occrue.
¶Nim. Why theres the humour of it.
¶
Enter Hostes.
615Hostes. As euer you came of men come in,
With a burning tashan contigian feuer, tis wonderfull.
625Pist. Let us condoll the knight: for lamkins we will liue.
625.1
Exeunt omnes.
