Page 1041 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Fear we broadsides? No, let the fiend give fire.
Give me some sack. And, sweetheart, lie thou there. [175]
[Lays down his sword.]
Come we to full points here, and are etceteras nothings?

FALSTAFF
Pistol, I would be quiet.

PISTOL
Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif. What! We have seen the seven stars.

DOLL
For God’s sake, thrust him down stairs. I cannot [180] endure such a fustian
rascal.

PISTOL
Thrust him down stairs! Know we not Galloway nags?

FALSTAFF
Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat shilling. Nay, an ’a do nothing

but speak nothing, ’a shall [185] be nothing here.

BARDOLPH

Come, get you down stairs.

PISTOL
[Snatches up his sword.]
What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue?
Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!
Why, then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds [190]

Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say!

HOSTESS
Here’s goodly stuff toward!

FALSTAFF
Give me my rapier, boy.