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Henry the Fifth, II. i

Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say: he that

strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the

hilts, as I am a soldier.

Pist. An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.

Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give;

Thy spirits are most tall.

Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other,

in fair terms; that is the humour of it.

Pist. Couple a gorge!

That is the word. I thee defy again.

O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get?

No; to the spital go,

And from the powdering-tub of infamy

Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind,

Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse:

I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly

For the only she; and—pauca, there's enough.

Go to.

Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my

master, and your hostess: he is very sick, and

would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy face be-

tween his sheets and do the office of a warming-

pan. Faith, he's very ill.

Bard. Away, you rogue!

Host. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a

pudding one of these days. The king has killed

his heart. Good husband, come home presently.

Exit [with Boy].

Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends?

 70 mickle might: great weight

72 tall: valiant

75 Couple a gorge: coupe la gorge

77 hound of Crete; cf. n.

78 spital: hospital

79 powdering-tub; cf. n.

80 the lazar kite of Cressid's kind; cf. n.

83 pauca: briefly

86 thy face; cf. n.

92 presently: immediately 