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PISTOL

I take thy groat in earnest of revenge.

FLUELLEN
If I owe you any thing I will pay you in cudgels: you shall be a woodmonger,
and buy nothing of me [60] but cudgels. God bye you, and keep you, and
heal your pate.

Exit.

PISTOL
All hell shall stir for this.

GOWER
Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient
tradition, begun upon an [65] honourable respect, and worn as a memorable
trophy of predeceased valour, and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your

words? I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or
thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb,
he could [70] not therefore handle an English cudgel: you find it otherwise;
and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition.

Fare ye well.
Exit.

PISTOL
Doth Fortune play the huswife with me now?
News have I that my Doll is dead i’ the spital [75]
Of malady of France,

And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs
Honour is cudgellèd, Well, bawd I’ll turn,

And something lean to cut-purse of quick hand. [80]
To England will I steal, and there I’ll steal:
And patches will I get unto these cudgell’d scars,
And swear I got them in the Gallia wars.
Exit.

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