28981504Gower. But why do you weare your Leeke to day?

28991505Saint Dauies day is past?

29001506Flew. There is occasion Captaine Gower,

29011507Looke you why, and wherefore,

29041508The other day looke you, Pistolles

1509Which you know is a man of no merites

29031510In the worell, is come where I was the other day,

29051511And brings bread and sault, and bids me

29061512Eate my Leeke: twas in a place, looke you,

29071513Where I could moue no discentions:

29091514But if I can see him, I shall tell him,

1515A litle of my desires.

29121516Gow. Here a comes, swelling like a Turkecocke.

29141518Flew. Tis no matter for his swelling, and his turkecocks,

29151519God plesse you Antient Pistoll, you scall,

1520Beggerly, lowsie knaue, God plesse you.

29171521Pist. Ha, art thou bedlem?

1522Dost thou thurst base Troyan,

29181523To haue me folde vp Parcas fatall web?

1524Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke.

29201525Flew. Antient Pistoll. I would desire you because

29231526It doth not agree with your stomache, and your appetite,

29241527And your digestions, to eate this Leeke.

29261528Pist. Not for Cadwalleder and all his goates.

29271529Flew. There is one goate for you Antient Pistol.

29291531Pist. Bace Troyan, thou shall dye.

29301532Flew. I, I know I shall dye, meane time, I would

29311533Desire you to liue and eate this Leeke.

29361534Gower. Inough Captaine, you haue astonisht him.

29381535Flew. Astonisht him, by Iesu, Ile beate his head

1536Foure dayes, and foure nights, but Ile

29371537Make him eate some part of my Leeke.

29411538Pist. Well must I byte?

29421539Flew. I out of question or doubt, or ambiguities

2942.11540You must byte.

29531541Pist. Good good.

29541542Flew. I Leekes are good, Antient Pistoll.

1543There is a shilling for you to heale your bloody coxkome.

29561544Pist. Me a shilling.

29571545Flew. If you will not take it,

1546I haue an other Leeke for you.

29591547Pist. I take thy shilling in earnest of reconing.

29601548Flew. If I owe you any thing, ile pay you in cudgels,

29611549You shalbe a woodmonger,

29621550And by cudgels, God bwy you,

1551Antient Pistoll, God blesse you,

1552And heale your broken pate.

2962.11553Antient Pistoll, if you see Leekes an other time,

2962.21554Mocke at them, that is all: God bwy you.

29641556Pist. All hell shall stir for this.

29751557Doth Fortune play the huswye with me now?

29781558Is honour cudgeld from my warlike lines?

29761559Well France farwell, newes haue I certainly

29771560That Doll is sicke. One mallydie of France,

2977.11561The warres affordeth nought, home will I trug.

29791562Bawd will I turne, and vse the slyte of hand:

29801563To England will I steale,

29811564And there Ile steale.

29821565And patches will I get vnto these skarres,

29831566And sweare I gat them in the Gallia warres.