Page 1042 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

DOLL

I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.

FALSTAFF
Get you down stairs. [195]
[Draws, and drives Pistol out.]

HOSTESS
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 ’s gone. Ah, [200] you whoreson little
valiant villain, you!

HOSTESS
Are you not hurt i’ the groin? Methought ’a made a shrewd thrust at your

belly.

[Enter Bardolph.]

FALSTAFF
Have you turned him out o’ doors?

BARDOLPH
Yea, sir. The rascal ’s drunk. You have hurt [205] him, sir, i’ the shoulder.

FALSTAFF
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. [210] Thou art as valourous as Hector of Troy, worth five of
Agamemnon, and ten times better than the Nine Worthies. Ah, villain!