Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus.[4672]
Pist. 'Solus,' egregious dog? O viper vile![4673]
The 'solus' in thy most mervailous face;[4673][4674]
The 'solus' in thy teeth, and in thy throat,[4673]45
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy,[4673]
And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth![4673][4675]
1 do retort the 'solus' in thy bowels;[4673]
For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up,[4673][4676]
And flashing fire will follow.[4673]50
Nym. I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I
have an humour to knock you indifferently well. If you
grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier,
as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk off, I would
prick your guts a little, in good terms, as I may: and55
that's the humour of it.
Pist. O braggart vile and damned furious wight!
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near;[4677]
Therefore exhale.[4678]
Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the60
first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.
[Draws.[4679]
Pist. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate.
Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give:[4680]
Thy spirits are most tall.[4680][4681]
Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair65
terms: that is the humour of it.
Pist. 'Couple a gorge!'[4682]
That is the word. I thee defy again.[4683][4684]
O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get?[4683]
No; to the spital go,[4683]70
And from the powdering-tub of infamy[4683]
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind,[4683]
Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse:[4683]
I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly[4683]
For the only she; and—pauca, there's enough.[4683]
Go to.[4683]75