K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you!
Pist. My name is Pistol call'd. [Exit.
K. Hen. It sorts well with your fierceness.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.[5052]
Gow. Captain Fluellen!
Flu. So! in the name of Jesu Christ, speak lower. It[5053]65
is the greatest admiration in the universal world, when the
true and aunchient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not
kept: if you would take the pains but to examine the wars
of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that
there is no tiddle taddle nor pibble pabble in Pompey's70
camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the
wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety[5054]
of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise.
Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night.
Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating75
coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look
you, be an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb? in your
own conscience, now?
Gow. I will speak lower.
Flu. I pray you and beseech you that you will.80