:16:03
For certainly she did you wrong,
for you were betrothed to her.
:16:08
- [Clattering]
- [Man, woman shouting, laughing]
:16:14
How now,
mine host Pistol?
:16:17
Base tyke!
:16:20
Callest thou me host?
:16:22
Now, by this hand,
I swear I scorn the term!
:16:25
Nor shall my Nell
keep lodgers!
:16:28
No, by my troth,
not long.
:16:30
For we can't lodge or board
a dozen or 14 gentlewomen...
:16:34
who live honestly
by the prick of their needles,
:16:36
but it shall be thought
we keep a bawdy house straight.
:16:39
- Pish!
- Pish for thee, Iceland dog!
:16:43
Good Corporal Nym,
:16:46
show thy valor
and put up thy sword.
:16:49
- Will you shog off?
- [Shouts]
:16:51
Pistol, I will prick your guts
a little in good terms, as I may.
:16:56
That's the humor of it.
[Groaning]
:16:58
- Braggart vile!
- Ahh, hear me when I say,
:17:01
he that strikes
the first stroke,
:17:03
I'll run him up to the hilts,
as I'm a soldier.
:17:06
An oath of mickle might,
:17:08
and fury shall abate.
[Footsteps approaching]
:17:12
My host Pistol!
:17:14
You must come to my master,
and you, hostess!
:17:16
He's very sick
and would to bed.
:17:19
Good Bardolph, put thy face between his
sheets and do the office of a warming pan.
:17:23
- Away, you rogue.
- [Sighs]
:17:26
Faith, he's very ill.
:17:32
By my troth,
:17:34
the king has killed his heart.
:17:38
Good husband,
come home presently.
:17:51
[Sighs]
:17:53
Come, shall I make you two friends?
We must to France together.
:17:57
Why the devil should we keep
nives to cut one another's throats?