No Fear Shakespeare
Henry V
Get this No Fear to go!
Act 2, Scene 1, Page 2
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Enter PISTOL and HOSTESS
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PISTOL and HOSTESS
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BARDOLPH
Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be
patient here.—How now, mine host Pistol?
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BARDOLPH
Here comes Ensign Pistol and his wife. Be cool now, corporal.—How are you, Pistol, my good host?
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PISTOL
Base tyke, call’st thou me host?
Now, by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term,
Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
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PISTOL
You peasant dog, are you calling me a host? I swear, I scorn the word. My Nell isn’t going to be taking any lodgers.
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HOSTESS
No, by my troth, not long, for we cannot lodge and board a
dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live honestly by the
prick of their needles but it will be thought we keep a bawdy
house straight.
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HOSTESS QUICKLY
No, not for long, that’s certain. For we couldn’t even put up a dozen or so nice girls who make an honest living sewing without our neighbors thinking we were running a brothel.
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NYM and PISTOL draw |
NYM and PISTOL draw their swords. |
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Oh, well-a-day, Lady! If he be not hewn now, we shall see
willful adultery and murder committed.
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Oh, dear. If he isn’t cut down in his tracks right now, we’ll see willful adultery and murder committed.
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BARDOLPH
Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here.
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Good lieutenant, good corporal, don’t fight each other here.
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NYM
Pish!
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NYM
Pish!
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PISTOL
Pish for thee, Iceland dog,
Thou prick-eared cur of Iceland!
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PISTOL
Pish to you, you mangy dog, you pointy-eared Icelandic mutt.
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HOSTESS
Good Corporal Nym, show thy valor and put up your
sword.
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HOSTESS QUICKLY
Corporal Nym, be a man and put away your sword.
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NYM
Will you shog off? (to PISTOL) I would have you solus.
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NYM
Get lost, will you? (to PISTOL) I’d like to get you solus.
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