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Fal. Get you down stairs.
[drawing, and driving Pistol out. Host. Here's a goodly tumult ! I'll forswear keeping house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights. So; murder, I warrant now.- -Alas, alas! put up your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons.
[Exeunt Pistol and Bardolph. Doll. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal is gone. Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you.
Host. Are you not hurt i' the groin ? methought, he made a shrewd thrust at your belly.
Fal. Have you turned him out of doors ?
Bar. Yes, sir. The rascal's drunk : you have hurt him, sir, in the shoulder.
Fal. A rascal! to brave me !
Doll. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor ape, how thou sweatest! Come, let me wipe thy face ;—come on, you whoreson chops. Ah, rogue ! i' faith, I love thee. Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better than the nine worthies. Ah, villain !
Fal. A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.
Doll. Do, if thou darest for thy heart: if thou dost, I 'll canvas thee between a pair of sheets.
Page. The music is come, sir.
Fal. Let them play ;-play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave! the rogue fled from me like quicksilver.
Doll, faith, and thou followedst him like a church. Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, when wilt thou leave fighting o' days, and foining o' nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven
Enter behind PRINCE HENRY and Poins, disguised like
drawers. Fal. Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's head ; do not bid me remember mine end.
Doll. Sirrah, what humor is the prince of ?
Fal. A good shallow young fellow : he would have made a good pantler; he would have chipped bread well.
Doll. They say, Poins has a good wit.
Fal. He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit is as thick as Tewkesbury mustard; there is no more conceit in him than is in a mallet.
Doll. Why does the prince love him so then ?
Fal. Because their legs are both of a bigness ; and he plays at quoits well; and eats conger and fennel; and drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons ; and rides the wild mare with the boys; and jumps upon joint-stools; and swears with a good grace ; and wears his boot very smooth, like unto the sign of the leg; and breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories; and such other gambol faculties he hath, that show a weak mind and an able body, for the which the prince admits him : for the prince himself is such another; the weight of a hair will turn the scales between their avoirdupois.
P. Hen. Would not this nave of a wheel 1 have his ears cut off ?
Poins. Let's beat him before his whore.
P. Hen. Look, if the withered elder hath not his poll clawed like a parrot.
Poins. Is it not strange, that desire should so many years outlive performance ?
Fal. Kiss me, Doll.
P. Hen. Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! what says the almanack to that?
Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon,2 his man, be not lisping to his master's old tables; his note-book, his counsel-keeper.
Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses.
Doll. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a most constant heart.
Fal. I am old, I am old.
Doll. I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them all.
Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtle 3 of ? I shall receive money on Thursday: thou shalt have a cap to-morrow. A merry song; come: it grows
1 So called from his rotundity.
? An astronomical term, when the upper planets meet in a fiery sign.
3 A cloak.