Pist. Tell him Ile knock his Leeke about his Pate vpon
S. Dauies day
King. Doe not you weare your Dagger in your Cappe
that day, least he knock that about yours
Pist. Art thou his friend?
King. And his Kinsman too
Pist. The Figo for thee then
King. I thanke you: God be with you
Pist. My name is Pistol call'd.
Enter.
King. It sorts well with your fiercenesse.
Manet King.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Gower. Captaine Fluellen