Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!
Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
Untwind the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say!
HOSTESS.
Here’s goodly stuff toward!
FALSTAFF.
Give me my rapier, boy.
DOLL.
I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.
FALSTAFF.
Get you downstairs.
[Drawing, and driving Pistol out.]
HOSTESS.
Here’s a goodly tumult! I’ll forswear keeping house, afore I’ll be in these tirrits and frights. So, murder, I warrant now. Alas, alas, put up your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons.
[Exeunt Bardolph and Pistol.]
DOLL.
I pray thee, Jack, be quiet. The rascal’s gone. Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you!
HOSTESS.
Are you not hurt i’ th’ groin? Methought he made a shrewd thrust at your belly.