Page 1628 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to France together. Why the
devil should we keep knives to cut one another’s throats?

PISTOL
Let floods o’erswell, and fiends for food howl on!

NYM
You’ll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at [90] betting?

PISTOL
Base is the slave that pays!

NYM
That now I will have; that’s the humour of it.

PISTOL
As manhood shall compound: push home.

They draw.

BARDOLPH
By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, [95] I’ll kill him! by this sword, I
will.

PISTOL
Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.

BARDOLPH
Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends: an thou wilt not, why then,

be enemies with me too. Prithee, put up. [100]

NYM
I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting?

PISTOL
A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood: [105]