[Exit First Drawer.]
HOSTESS.
Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my house, nor no cheater, but I do not love swaggering, by my troth, I am the worse when one says “swagger.” Feel, masters, how I shake; look you, I warrant you.
DOLL.
So you do, hostess.
HOSTESS.
Do I? Yea, in very truth, do I, an ’twere an aspen leaf. I cannot abide swaggerers.
Enter Pistol, Bardolph and Page.
PISTOL.
God save you, Sir John!
FALSTAFF.
Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you with a cup of sack. Do you discharge upon mine hostess.
PISTOL.
I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.
FALSTAFF.
She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall not hardly offend her.
HOSTESS.
Come, I’ll drink no proofs nor no bullets. I’ll drink no more than will do me good, for no man’s pleasure, I.