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
  Rapier