Act 2, Scene 1
London. A street in Eastcheap.
- Enter Corporal Nym and Lieutenant Bardolph.
- Well met, Corporal Nym.
- Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
- What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
Nym5 - 10
- For my part, I care not; I say little; but when time shall
- serve, there shall be smiles—but that shall be as it may. I
- dare not fight, but I will wink and hold out mine iron. It
- is a simple one, but what though? It will toast cheese, and
- it will endure cold as another man’s sword will; and there’s
- an end.
Bardolph11 - 13
- I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends, and we’ll be
- all three sworn brothers to France. Let’t be so, good
- Corporal Nym.
Nym14 - 16
- 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.
Bardolph17 - 19
- It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell Quickly,
- and certainly she did you wrong, for you were troth-plight
- to her.
Nym20 - 24
- 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 tir’d mare, yet she will plod—there must be
- conclusions—well, I cannot tell.
- Enter Pistol and Hostess Quickly.
Bardolph26 - 27
- Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be
- patient here.
- How now, mine host Pistol?
Pistol29 - 31
- Base tike, call’st thou me host?
- Now by Gadslugs I swear I scorn the term;
- Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
Hostess32 - 38
- 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 straight.
- Nym and Pistol draw.
- O welliday, Lady, if he be not hewn now, we shall see
- willful adultery and murder committed.
- Good lieutenant! Good corporal! Offer nothing here.
- Pish for thee, Iceland dog! Thou prick-ear’d cur of Iceland!
- Good Corporal Nym, show thy valor, and put up your sword.
- Will you shog off? I would have you solus.
Pistol44 - 51
- “Solus,” egregious dog? O viper vile!
- The “solus” in thy most mervailous face,
- The “solus” in thy teeth, and in thy throat,
- And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy;
- And which is worse, within thy nasty mouth!
- I do retort the “solus” in thy bowels,
- For I can take, and Pistol’s cock is up,
- And flashing fire will follow.
Nym52 - 56
- I am not Barbason, you cannot conjure me. I have an humor to
- knock you indifferently well. If you grow foul 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 humor of it.
Pistol57 - 59
- O braggard vile and damned furious wight!
- The grave doth gape, and doting death is near,
- Therefore exhale.
Bardolph60 - 61
- 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.
Pistol63 - 65
- An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.
- Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give.
- Thy spirits are most tall.
Nym66 - 67
- I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that
- is the humor of it.
Pistol68 - 77
- Couple à gorge!
- That is the word. I thee defy again.
- O hound of Crete, think’st thou my spouse to get?
- No, to the spittle go,
- And from the powd’ring-tub of infamy
- Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid’s kind,
- Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse.
- I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly
- For the only she; and—pauca, there’s enough too!
- Go to.
- Enter the Boy.
Boy79 - 82
- Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, and your
- hostess. He is very sick, and would to bed. Good Bardolph,
- put thy face between his sheets, and do the office of a
- warming-pan. Faith, he’s very ill.
- Away, you rogue!
Hostess84 - 86
- By my troth, he’ll yield the crow a pudding one of these
- days. The King has kill’d his heart. Good husband, come home
- Exit with Boy.
Bardolph88 - 90
- Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to France
- together; why the devil should we keep knives to cut one
- another’s throats?
- Let floods o’erswell, and fiends for food howl on!
- You’ll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?
- Base is the slave that pays.
- That now I will have: that’s the humor of it.
- As manhood shall compound. Push home.
- They draw.
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- By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I’ll kill
- him; by this sword, I will.
- Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
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- Corporal Nym, and thou wilt be friends, be friends; and thou
- wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Prithee put up.
- I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting?
Pistol104 - 110
- A noble shalt thou have, and present pay,
- And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
- And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood.
- I’ll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me.
- Is not this just? For I shall sutler be
- Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
- Give me thy hand.
- I shall have my noble?
- In cash, most justly paid.
- Well, then that’s the humor of’t.
- Enter Hostess.
Hostess115 - 118
- As ever you come of women, come in quickly to Sir John. Ah,
- poor heart! He is so shak’d of a burning quotidian tertian,
- that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to
Nym119 - 120
- The King hath run bad humors on the knight, that’s the even
- of it.
Pistol121 - 122
- Nym, thou hast spoke the right.
- His heart is fracted and corroborate.
Nym123 - 124
- The King is a good king, but it must be as it may; he passes
- some humors and careers.
- Let us condole the knight, for, lambkins, we will live.