bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife 136
in your mouldy chaps an you play the saucy
cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal!
you basket-hilt stale juggler, you! Since when,
I pray you, sir? God's light! with two points 140
on your shoulder? much!
Pist. God let me not live but I will murder
your ruff for this!
Fal. No more, Pistol: I would not have you 144
go off here. Discharge yourself of our company,
Pistol.
Host. No, good captain Pistol; not here,
sweet captain. 148
Dol. Captain! thou abominable damned
cheater, art thou not ashamed to be called
captain? An captains were of my mind, they
would truncheon you out for taking their names 152
upon you before you have earned them. You
a captain, you slave! for what? for tearing a
poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a
captain! Hang him, rogue! He lives upon 156
mouldy stewed prunes and dried cakes. A
captain! God's light, these villains will make
the word captain as odious as the word 'occupy,'
which was an excellent good word before it was 160
ill sorted: therefore captains had need look to 't.
Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient.
Fal. Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll.
Pist. Not I; I tell thee what, Corporal Bar- 164
136 bung: slang for 'sharper'
137 chaps: jaws
138 cuttle: slang for 'cut purse'
139 basket-hilt: referring to the basket-shaped steel hand-guard on the hilt of Pistol's sword
juggler: trickster
Since when, etc.: a cant exclamation of scorn
140 two points: shoulder tags, mark of an army commission
159 occupy; cf. n.
