Page 1040 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Pray thee, go down.

PISTOL
I’ll see her damned first, to Pluto’s damned lake, [150] by this hand, to the
infernal deep, with Erebus and tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I.
Down, down, dogs! Down, faitors! Have we not Hiren here?

HOSTESS
Good Captain Peesel, be quiet; ’tis very late, i’ faith. I beseek you now,

aggravate your choler. [155]

PISTOL
These be good humours, indeed! Shall pack-horses
And hollow pampered jades of Asia,
Which cannot go but thirty mile a-day,

Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals,
And Trojan Greeks? Nay, rather damn them with [160]
King Cerberus, and let the welkin roar.
Shall we fall foul for toys?

HOSTESS
By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.

BARDOLPH
Be gone, good ancient. This will grow to a brawl anon. [165]

PISTOL
[Die] men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we not Hiren here?

HOSTESS
O’ my word, captain, there’s none such here. What the good-year! Do you
think I would deny her? For God’s sake, be quiet. [170]

PISTOL
Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis.
Come, give’s some sack.

‘Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento.’