Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 474 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends, and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France: Leted be so good Corporal Nym. Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it: and when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may: That is my rest, that is the rendezvous of it. It is certain Corporal, that he is married to Nell Quickly, and certainly she did you wrong, for you were troth-plight to her. I cannot tell, Things must be as they may: men may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time, and some say, knives have edges: It must be as it may, though patience be a tired name, yet she will plod, there must be Conclusions, well, I cannot tell. here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife: good Corporal be patiented here. How now mine Host Pistol? Base Tike, callest thou me Host, now by this hand I swear I scorn the term: nor shall my Nell keep Lodgers. No by my troth, not long: For we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen Gentlewomen that live honestly by the prick of their Needles, but it will be thought we keep a Bawdy-house strait. O welladay Lady, if he be not hewn now, we shall see wilful adultery and murder committed. Good Lieutenant, good Corporal offer nothing here. Pish. Pish for thee, Island dog: thou prick-eared cur of Island. Good Corporal Nym show thy valour, and put up your sword. Will you shogge off? I would have you solus. Solus, egregious dog? O Viper vile; The solus in thy most marvellous face, the solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat, and in thy hateful Lungs, yea in thy Maw perdie; and which is worse, within thy nasty mouth. I do retort the solus in thy bowels, for I can take, and Pistols cock is up, and flashing fire will follow. I am not Barbason, you cannot conjure me: I have an humour to knock you indifferently well: If you grow fowl with me Pistol, I will scour you with my Rapier, as I may, in fair terms. If you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little in good terms, as I may, and that's the humour of it. O Braggart vile, and damned furious wight, The Grave doth gape, and doting death is near, Therefore exhale. Hear me, hear me what I say: He that strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier. An oath of much might, and fury shall abate. Give me thy fist, thy forefoote to me give: Thy spirits are most tall. I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that is the humour of it.
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I will beſtow a breakfaſt to make you friendes, and wee'l bee all three ſworne brothers to France: Let't be ſo good Corporall Nym. Faith, I will liue ſo long as I may, that's the certaine of it: and when I cannot liue any longer, I will doe as I may: That is my reſt, that is the rendeuous of it. It is certaine Corporall, that he is marryed to Nell Quickly, and certainly ſhe did you wrong, for you were troth-plight to her. I cannot tell, Things muſt be as they may: men may ſleepe, and they may haue their throats about them at that time, and ſome ſay, kniues haue edges: It muſt be as it may, though patience be a tyred name, yet ſhee will plodde, there muſt be Concluſions, well, I cannot tell. Heere comes Ancient Piſtoll and his wife: good Corporall be patient heere. How now mine Hoaſte Piſtoll? Baſe Tyke, cal'ſt thou mee Hoſte, now by this hand I ſweare I ſcorne the terme: nor ſhall my Nel keep Lodgers. No by my troth, not long: For we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteene Gentlewomen that liue honeſtly by the pricke of their Needles, but it will bee thought we keepe a Bawdy-houſe ſtraight. O welliday Lady, if he be not hewne now, we ſhall ſee wilful adultery and murther committed. Good Lieutenant, good Corporal offer nothing heere. Piſh. Piſh for thee, Iſland dogge: thou prickeard cur of Iſland. Good Corporall Nym ſhew thy valor, and put vp your ſword. Will you ſhogge off? I would haue you ſolus. Solus, egregious dog? O Viper vile; The ſolus in thy moſt meruailous face, the ſolus in thy teeth, and in thy throate, and in thy hatefull Lungs, yea in thy Maw perdy; and which is worſe, within thy naſtie mouth. I do retort the ſolus in thy bowels, for I can take, and Piſtols cocke is vp, and flaſhing fire will follow. I am not Barbaſon, you cannot coniure mee: I haue an humor to knocke you indifferently well: If you grow fowle with me Piſtoll, I will ſcoure you with my Rapier, as I may, in fayre tearmes. If you would walke off, I would pricke your guts a little in good tearmes, as I may, and that's the humor of it. O Braggard vile, and damned furious wight, The Graue doth gape, and doting death is neere, Therefore exhale. Heare me, heare me what I ſay: Hee that ſtrikes the firſt ſtroake, Ile run him vp to the hilts, as I am a ſoldier. An oath of mickle might, and fury ſhall abate. Giue me thy fiſt, thy fore-foote to me giue: Thy ſpirites are moſt tall. I will cut thy throate one time or other in faire termes, that is the humor of it.