28991505Saint Dauies day is past?

29001506Flew. There is occasion Captaine Gower,

29011507Looke you why, and wherefore,

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 discentions:

29091514But if I can see him, I shall tell him,

1515A litle of my desires.

29121516Gow. Here a comes, swelling like a Turkecocke.

29141518Flew. Tis no matter for his swelling, and his turkecocks,

29151519God plesse you Antient Pistoll, you scall,

1520Beggerly, lowsie knaue, God plesse you.

29171521Pist. Ha, art thou bedlem?

1522Dost thou thurst base Troyan,

29181523To haue me folde vp Parcas fatall web?

1524Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke.

29201525Flew. Antient Pistoll. I would desire you because

29231526It doth not agree with your stomache, and your appetite,

29241527And your digestions, to eate this Leeke.

29261528Pist. Not for Cadwalleder and all his goates.

29271529Flew. There is one goate for you Antient Pistol.

29291531Pist. Bace Troyan, thou shall dye.

29301532Flew. I, I know I shall dye, meane time, I would

29311533Desire you to liue and eate this Leeke.

29361534Gower. Inough Captaine, you haue astonisht him.

29381535Flew. Astonisht him, by Iesu, Ile beate his head

1536Foure dayes, and foure nights, but Ile

29371537Make him eate some part of my Leeke.

29411538Pist. Well must I byte?