Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust,
I'll kill him; by this sword, I will.95
Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.[4690]
Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be[4690]
friends: an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me
too. Prithee, put up.
Nym. I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at[4691]100
betting?[4691][4692]
Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;[4692]
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,[4692]
And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood:[4692][4693]
I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me;[4692]105
Is not this just? for I shall sutler be[4692]
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.[4692]
Give me thy hand.[4692]
Nym. I shall have my noble?
Pist. In cash most justly paid.110
Nym. Well, then, that's the humour of't.
Re-enter Hostess.[4694]
Host. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to[4695]
Sir John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning[4696]
quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold.
Sweet men, come to him.115