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DOLL

So you do, hostess.

HOSTESS
Do I? Yea, in very truth, do I, an ’twere an aspen leaf. I cannot abide
swaggerers.

Enter Ancient Pistol, [Bardolph,] and Bardolph’s Boy [Page].

PISTOL
God save you, Sir John! [105]

FALSTAFF
Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you with a cup of sack. Do you

discharge upon mine hostess.

PISTOL
I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets. [110]

FALSTAFF
She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall not hardly offend her.

HOSTESS
Come, I’ll drink no proofs nor no bullets. I’ll drink no more than will do me
good, for no man’s pleasure, I. [115]

PISTOL

Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.

DOLL

Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What! You poor, base, rascally,
cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for
your master. [120]

PISTOL
I know you, Mistress Dorothy.