The Chronicle Historie
523241Nim. I mu
st do as I may, tho patience be a tyred mare,
527242Yet
sheel plod, and
some
say kniues haue edges,
525243And men may
sleepe and haue their throtes about them
526244At that time, and there is the humour of it.
515245Bar. Come yfaith, Ile be
stow a breakfa
st to make
Pistoll 246And thee friendes. What a plague
should we carrie kniues
518248Nim. Yfaith Ile liue as long as I may, thats the certaine of it.
519249And when I cannot liue any longer, Ile do as I may,
520250And theres my re
st, and the randeuous of it.
530251Enter Pistoll and Hostes Quickly, his wife. 531253Here comes ancient
Pistoll, I prithee
Nim be quiet.
532254Nim. How do you my Ho
ste
? 534255Pist.Ba
se
slaue, calle
st thou me ho
ste?
256Now by gads lugges I
sweare, I
scorne the title,
535257Nor
shall my
Nell keepe lodging.
537258Host. No by my troath not I,
538259For we cānot bed nor boord halfe a
score hone
st gētlewomē
260That liue hone
stly by the prick of their needle,
539261But it is thought
straight we keepe a bawdy-hou
se.
539.1262O Lord heeres Corporall
Nims, now
shall
541263We haue wilful adultry and murther committed:
541.1264Good Corporall
Nim shew the valour of a man,
544.1267Pist. What do
st thou pu
sh, thou prickeard cur of I
seland?
549268Nim. Will you
shog o
ff? I would haue you
solus.
550269Pist. Solus egregious dog, that
solus in thy throte,
551270And in thy lungs, and which is wor
se, within
553271Thy me
sfull mouth, I do retort that
solus in thy
554272Bowels, and in thy Iaw, perdie: for I can talke,
273And
Pistolls fla
shing
firy cock is vp.
556274Nim. I am not
Barbasom, you cannot coniure me:
275I haue an humour
Pistoll to knock you indi
fferently well,
557276And you fall foule with me
Pistoll, Ile
scoure you with my
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