Nim. Godmorrow Lieftenant Bardolfe.[5454]
Bar. What is antient Pistoll and thee friends yet?
Nim. I cannot tell, things must be as they may:
I dare not fight, but I will winke and hold out mine Iron:5
It is a simple one, but what tho; it will serue to toste cheese,[5455]
And it will endure cold as an other mans sword will,
And theres the humor of it.
Bar. Yfaith mistresse quickly did thee great wrong,[5456]
For thou weart troth plight to her.10
Nim. I must do as I may, tho patience be a tyred mare,
Yet sheel plod, and some say kniues haue edges,
And men may sleepe and haue their throtes about them
At that time, and there is the humour of it.
Bar. Come yfaith. Il bestow a breakfast to make Pistoll15
And thee friendes. What a plague should we carrie kniues
To cut our owne throates.
Nim. Yfaith Il liue as long as I may, thats the certaine of it.
And when I cannot liue any longer, Il do as I may,
And theres my rest, and the randeuous of it.20
Enter Pistoll and Hostes Quickly, his wife.[5457]
Bar. Godmorrow ancient Pistoll.[5454]
Heere comes ancient Pistoll, I prithee Nim be quiet.
Nim. How do you my Hoste?