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DOLL

Away, you cut-purse rascal! You filthy bung, away! By this wine, I’ll thrust my
knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you
bottle-ale rascal! You basket-hilt stale juggler, you! Since when, [125] I pray

you, sir? God’s light, with two points on your shoulder? Much!

PISTOL

God let me not live but I will murder your ruff for this.

FALSTAFF
No more, Pistol; I would not have you go off [130] here. Discharge yourself of
our company, Pistol.

HOSTESS
No, good Captain Pistol, not here, sweet captain.

DOLL
Captain! Thou abominable damned cheater, art thou not ashamed to be
called captain? An captains were [135] of my mind, they would truncheon you

out for taking their names upon you before you have earned them. You a
captain! You slave, for what? For tearing a poor whore’s ruff in a bawdy-
house? He a captain! Hang him, rogue! He lives upon mouldy stewed prunes

and dried [140] cakes. A captain! God’s light, these villains will make the
word as odious as the word ‘occupy’, which was an excellent good word
before it was ill sorted. Therefore captains had need look to’t.

BARDOLPH
Pray thee, go down, good ancient. [145]

FALSTAFF
Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll.

PISTOL
Not I. I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could tear her. I’ll be revenged of

her.

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