Pist. Ha, art thou bedlem?
Dost thou thurst base Troyan,
To haue me folde vp Parcas fatall web?
Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke.20

Flew. Antient Pistoll. I would desire you because
It doth not agree with your stomacke, and your appetite,[5602]
And your digestions, to eate this Leeke.

Pist. Not for Cadwalleder and all his goates.

Flew. There is one goate for you, ancient Pistol.25

He strikes him.

Pist. Bace Troyan, thou shalt dye.[5603]

Flew. I, I know I shall dye, meane time, I would[5604]
Desire you to line and eate this Leeke.

Gower. Inough Captaine, you haue astonisht him.[5605]

Flew. Astonisht him, by Iesu, Ile beate his head30
Foure dayes, and foure nights, but Ile[5606]
Make him eate some part of my Leeke.

Pist. Well must I byte?