Bast. Keep the peace, I say.
Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge.
Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury:95
If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot,
Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame,
I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime;[536]
Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron,
That you shall think the devil is come from hell.100
Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge?[537]
Second a villain and a murderer?
Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
Big. Who kill'd this prince?
Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well:
I honour'd him, I loved him, and will weep105
My date of life out for his sweet life's loss.
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum;[538]
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocency.[539]110
Away with me, all you whose souls abhor
The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house;[540]
For I am stifled with this smell of sin.[541]
Big. Away toward Bury, to the Dauphin there!
Pem. There tell the king he may inquire us out.115