Page 1626 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Good Lieutenant! good Corporal! offer nothing here.

NYM
Pish!

PISTOL
Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear’d cur of Iceland!

HOSTESS
Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put [40] up your sword.

NYM
Will you shog off? I would have you solus.

PISTOL
“Solus”, egregious dog? O viper vale!
The “solus” in thy most mervailous face!

The “solus” in thy teeth, and in thy throat, [45]
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy!
And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth!

I do retort the “solus” in thy bowels;
For I can take, and Pistol’s cock is up,
And flashing fire will follow. [50]

NYM
I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an humour to knock you
indifferently well. If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my

rapier, as I may, in fair terms. If you would walk off, I would prick your guts a
little, in good terms, as I may, and that’s the [55] humour of it.

PISTOL
O braggart vile and damnèd furious wight!
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near;

Therefore exhale!

BARDOLPH

Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes [60] the first stroke, I’ll run him