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King Henry the Fourth, II. iv

Give me some sack; and, sweetheart, lie thou there.

[Laying down his sword.]

Come we to full points here, and are et ceteras nothing?

Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet.

Pist. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif. What!

we have seen the seven stars.

Dol. For God's sake, thrust him down stairs!

I cannot endure such a fustian rascal.

Pist. 'Thrust him down stairs!' know we not

Galloway nags?

Fal. Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-

groat shilling: nay, an a' do nothing but speak

nothing, a' shall be nothing here.

Bard. Come, get you down stairs.

Pist. What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue?

Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!

Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds

Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say!

Host. Here's goodly stuff toward!

Fal. Give me my rapier, boy.

Dol. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not

draw.

Fal. Get you down stairs.

Host. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear

keeping house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights. So; murder, I warrant now. Alas, alas!

put up your naked weapons; put up your naked

weapons.

 197 full points: a full stop

199 neif: fist

200 seven stars: the Pleiades

202 fustian: nonsensical

204 Galloway nags: small and inferior breed of horses

205 Quoit: pitch

shove-groat; cf. n.

209 imbrue: draw blood

212 Sisters Three: the Fates, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos

213 toward: at hand

219 tirrits: blunder for terrors (?) 