Page. Pray thee, go down.
Pist. I'll see her damned first; to Pluto's damned[3708]
lake, by this hand, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and[3708][3709]
tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I. Down,[3708]145
down, dogs! down, faitors! Have we not Hiren here?[3708][3710]
Host. Good Captain Peesel, be quiet; 'tis very late,[3711]
i' faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your choler.[3712]
Pist. These be good humours, indeed! Shall pack-horses,[3713]
And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,[3713][3714]150
Which cannot go but thirty mile a-day,[3713][3715]
Compare with Cæsars, and with Cannibals,[3713][3716]
And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with[3713][3717]
King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.[3713]
Shall we fall foul for toys?[3713]155
Host. By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.
Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to a brawl
anon.
Pist. Die men like dogs! give crowns like pins! Have[3718]
we not Hiren here?160
Host. O' my word, captain, there's none such here.[3719]
What the good-year! do you think I would deny her? For[3720][3721]
God's sake, be quiet.[3721]
Pist. Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis. Come,
give's some sack.[3722]165
'Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento.'[3723]
Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire:[3724]
Give me some sack: and, sweetheart, lie thou there.[3724]