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Henry IV, Part 2 (Folio 1 1623)
The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. 83
1111Host. Tilly-fally (Sir Iohn) neuer tell me, your ancient
1112Swaggerer comes not in my doores. I was before Master
1117are Ciuill; for (sayth hee) you are in an ill Name: now
1119an honest Woman, and well thought on; therefore take
1121swaggering Companions. There comes none heere. You
1123Swaggerers.
1126hound: hee will not swagger with a Barbarie Henne, if
1128him vp (Drawer.)
1135pen Leafe: I cannot abide Swaggerers.
1136Enter Pistol, and Bardolph and his Boy.
1137Pist. 'Saue you, Sir Iohn.
1139you with a Cup of Sacke: doe you discharge vpon mine
1142Bullets.
1144fend her.
1145Host. Come, Ile drinke no Proofes, nor no Bullets: I
1146will drinke no more then will doe me good, for no mans
1147pleasure, I.
1149you.
1152Mate: away you mouldie Rogue, away; I am meat for
1153your Master.
1156away: By this Wine, Ile thrust my Knife in your mouldie
1157Chappes, if you play the sawcie Cuttle with me. Away
1159Since when, I pray you, Sir? what, with two Points on
1160your shoulder? much.
1163Captaine.
1164Dol. Captaine? thou abhominable damn'd Cheater,
1165art thou not asham'd to be call'd Captaine? If Captaines
1166were of my minde, they would trunchion you out, for ta-
1167king their Names vpon you, before you haue earn'd them.
1168You a Captaine? you slaue, for what? for tearing a poore
1170him Rogue, hee liues vpon mouldie stew'd-Pruines, and
1171dry'de Cakes. A Captaine? These Villaines will make
1172the word Captaine odious: Therefore Captaines had
1173neede looke to it.
1174Bard. 'Pray thee goe downe, good Ancient.
1176Pist. Not I: I tell thee what, Corporall Bardolph, I
1177could teare her: Ile be reueng'd on her.
1178Page. 'Pray thee goe downe.
1180to the Infernall Deepe, where Erebus and Tortures vilde
1182Dogges, downe Fates: haue wee not Hiren here?
1184I beseeke you now, aggrauate your Choler.
1188with Caniballs, and Troian Greekes? nay, rather damne
1189them with King Cerberus, and let the Welkin roare: shall
1190wee fall foule for Toyes?
1192words.
1193Bard. Be gone, good Ancient: this will grow to a
1194Brawle anon.
1195Pist. Die men, like Dogges; giue Crownes like Pinnes:
1196Haue we not Hiren here?
1198What the good-yere, doe you thinke I would denye her?
1199I pray be quiet.
1200Pist. Then feed, and be fat (my faire Calipolis.) Come,
1203Giue me some Sack: and Sweet-heart lye thou there:
1204Come wee to full Points here, and are et cetera's no-
1205thing?
1212way Nagges?
1215shall be nothing here.
1218brew? then Death rocke me asleepe, abridge my dolefull
1219dayes: why then let grieuous, gastly, gaping Wounds,
1222Fal. Giue me my Rapier, Boy.
1223Dol. I prethee Iack, I prethee doe not draw.
1227ther I warrant now. Alas, alas, put vp your naked Wea-
1228pons, put vp your naked Weapons.
1230you whorson little valiant Villaine, you.
1231Host. Are you not hurt i'th'Groyne? me thought hee
1233Fal. Haue you turn'd him out of doores?
1235him (Sir) in the shoulder.
1239on, you whorson Chops: Ah Rogue, I loue thee: Thou
art