12091061Dol. For Gods sake thrust him down staires, I cannot indure

12101062such a fustian rascall.

12111063Pist Thrust him downe staires, know we not Galloway

12121064nagges?

12131065Falst. Quaite him downe Bardolfe like a shoue-groat shil-

12141066ling, nay, and a doe nothing but speake nothing, a shall be no-

12151067thing here.

12161068Bard. Come, get you downe staires.

12171069Pist. What shall we haue incision? shall we imbrew? then

12181070death rocke me a sleepe, abridge my dolefull daies: why then

12191071let grieuons gastly gaping wounds vntwinde the sisters three,

12201072come Atropose I say.

12211073Host. Heres goodly stuffe toward.

12221074Falst. Giue me my rapier, boy.

12231075Dol I pray thee Iacke, I pray thee do not drawe.

12241076Fal. Get you downe staires.

12251077Host. Heres a goodly tumult, ile forsweare keeping house a-

12261078fore ile be in these tirrits and frights, so, murder I warant now,

12271079alas, alas, put vp your naked weapons, put vp your naked wea-

12281080pons.

12291081Dol. I pray thee Iack be quiet, the rascal's gone, ah you hor-

12301082son little vliaunt villaine you.

12311083Host. Are you not hurte i'th groyne? me thought a made a

12321084shrewd thrust at your belly.

12331085Fal. Haue you turnd him out a doores?

12341086Bar. Yea sir, the rascal's drunke, you haue hurt him sir i'th

12351087shoulder.

12361088Fal. A rascall to braue me?

12371089Dol A you sweet little rogue you, alas poore ape how thou

12381090sweatst, come let me wipe thy face, come on you horsone

12391091chops: a rogue, yfaith I loue thee, thou art as valorous as He-

12401092ctor of Troy, woorth fiue of Agamemnon, & ten times better

12411093then the nine Worthies, a villaine!

12431094Fal. Ah rascally slaue! I will tosse the rogue in a blanket.

12451095Dol Do and thou darst for thy heart, and thou dost, ile can-

12461096uas thee betweene a payre of sheetes.

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