Pist. Base slaue, callest thou me hoste?
Now by gads lugges I sweare, I scorne the title,25
Nor shall my Nell keepe lodging.
Host. No by my troath not I,
For we cānot bed nor boord half a score honest gētlewomē[5458]
That liue honestly by the prick of their needle,
But it is thought straight we keepe a bawdy-house.30
O Lord heeres Corporall Nims, now shall[5459]
We haue wilful adultry and murther committed:
Good Corporall Nim shew the valour of a man,
And put vp your sword.
Nim. Push.35
Pist. What dost thou push, thou prickeard cur of Iseland?
Nim. Will you shog off? I would haue you solus.
Pist. Solus egregious dog, that solus in thy throte,
And in thy lungs, and which is worse, within
Thy mesfull mouth, I do retort that solus in thy40
Bowels, and in thy law, perdie: for I can talke,
And Pistolls flashing firy cock is vp.
Nim. I am not Barbasom, you cannot coniure me:[5460]
I haue an humour Pistoll to knock you indifferently well,
And you fall foule with me Pistoll, Il scoure you with my45
Rapier in faire termes. If you will walke off a little,
Ile pricke your guts a little in good termes,
And theres the humour of it.
Pist. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight,
The Graue doth gape, and groaning50
Death is neare, therefore exall.
They drawe.
Bar. Heare me, he that strikes the first blow,
Ile kill him, as I am a souldier.