Pist. An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.
Nim. He cut your throat at one time or an other in faire termes,55
And theres the humor of it.
Post. Couple gorge is the word, I thee defie agen:
A damned hound, thinkst thou my spouse to get?
No, to the powdering tub of infamy,
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cresides kinde,60
Doll Tear-sheete, she by name, and her espowse
I haue, and I will hold, the quandom quickly,
For the onely she and Paco, there it is inough.
Enter the Boy.
Boy. Hostes you must come straight to my maister,
And you Host Pistoll. Good Bardolfe65
Put thy nose betweene the sheetes, and do the office of a warming pan.[5461]
Host. By my troath heele yeeld the crow a pudding one of these dayes,
Ile go to him, husband youle come?
Bar. Come Pistoll be friends.
Nim prithee be friends, and if thou wilt not be70
Enemies with me too.
Ni. I shal haue my eight shillings I woon of you at beating?[5462]
Pist. Base is the slaue that payes.
Nim. That now I will haue, and theres the humor of it.