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Henry the Fifth, V. i

beggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol,—which

you and yourself and all the world know to be no

petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits,—

he is come to me and prings me pread and salt

yesterday, look you, and pid me eat my leek. It

was in a place where I could not preed no con-

tention with him; but I will be so pold as to

wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and

then I will tell him a little piece of my desires.

Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a

turkey-cock.

Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings nor his

turkey-cocks. God pless you, Aunchient Pistol!

you scurvy, lousy knave, God pless you!

Pist. Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Troyan,

To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?

Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy

knave, at my desires and my requests and my

petitions to eat, look you, this leek; pecause,

look you, you do not love it, nor your affections

and your appetites and your digestions does not

agree with it, I would desire you to eat it.

Pist. Not for Cadwallader and all his goats.

Flu. There is one goat for you.

Will you be so good, scald knave, as eat it?

Pist. Base Troyan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when

God's will is. I will desire you to live in the

 11, 12 preed contention: push a quarrel

20 bedlam: mad

Troyan: Trojan, cant term for rioter

21 Parca: i.e., Parcæ, the Fates

29 Cadwallader: the last of the Welsh kings 