Host. Here's goodly stuff toward![3733]185
Fal. Give me my rapier, boy.
Dol. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.[3734]
Fal. Get you down stairs.
[Drawing, and driving Pistol out.[3735]
Host. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keeping
house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights. So; murder,190
I warrant now. Alas, alas! put up your naked weapons, put
up your naked weapons. [Exeunt Pistol and Bardolph.[3736]
Dol. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal's gone.[3737]
Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you!
Host. Are you not hurt i' the groin? methought a'[3738]195
made a shrewd thrust at your belly.
Re-enter Bardolph.[3739]
Fal. Have you turned him out o' doors?[3740]