Host. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man
my house, nor no cheater: but I do not love swaggering,95
by my troth; I am the worse, when one says swagger: feel,[3690]
masters, how I shake; look you, I warrant you.[3691]
Host. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an[3692]
aspen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.100
Enter Pistol, Bardolph, and Page.[3693]
Pist. God save you, Sir John![3694]
Fal. Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge
you with a cup of sack: do you discharge upon mine
hostess.
Pist. I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two105
bullets.
Fal. She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend her.[3695]
Host. Come, I'll drink no proofs nor no bullets: I'll[3696]
drink no more than will do me good, for no man's
pleasure, I.110
Pist. Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.