of Henry the fift.
29001506Flew. There is occa
sion Captaine
Gower,
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 di
scentions:
29091514But if
I can
see him,
I shall tell him,
1515A litle of my de
sires.
29121516Gow. Here a comes,
swelling like a Turkecocke.
29141518Flew. Tis no matter for his
swelling, and his turkecocks,
29151519God ple
sse you Antient
Pistoll, you
scall,
1520Beggerly, low
sie knaue, God ple
sse you.
1522Do
st thou thur
st ba
se Troyan,
29181523To haue me folde vp
Parcas fatall web?
1524Hence,
I am qualmi
sh at the
smell of Leeke.
29201525Flew. Antient
Pistoll. I would de
sire you becau
se
29231526It doth not agree with your
stomache, and your appetite,
29241527And your dige
stions, to eate this Leeke.
29261528Pist. Not for
Cadwalleder and all his goates.
29271529Flew. There is one goate for you Antient Pi
stol.
29291531Pist. Bace Troyan, thou
shall dye.
29301532Flew. I, I know I
shall dye, meane time, I would
29311533De
sire you to liue and eate this Leeke.
29361534Gower. Inough Captaine, you haue a
stoni
sht him.
29381535Flew. A
stoni
sht him, by
Ie
su, Ile beate his head
1536Foure dayes, and foure nights, but Ile
29371537Make him eate
some part of my Leeke.
Flew. I