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How London doth pour out her citizens!
Enter Fluellen and Gower. Gow. Nay, that's right; But why wear you your leek to-day? saint Davy's day is past.
Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, captain Gower; The rascally, scald, beggarly, lowsy, pragging knave, Pistol,—which you and yourself, and all the ’orld, 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 bid me eat my leek: it was in a place where I could not breed no contentions with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap till 1 see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires.
Enter Pistol. Gow. Why, bere he comes, swelling like a turkeycock.
Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks.-Got pless you, ancient Pistol! you scurvy, lowsy knave, Got pless you! Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, base
Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek; because, 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. [Strikes him. Will you be so goot, scald knave, 'as eat it?
Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.
Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it. [Striking him again.] You calld me yesterday, mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day a squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. . Gow. Enough, captain; you have astonish'd him.
Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days:- Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb.
Pist. Must I bite?
Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.
Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eat, I swear.
Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more sauce to your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by.
Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat.
Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at them; that is all.