You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?
Base is the slave that pays.
That now I will have: that's the humour of it.
As manhood shall compound. Push home.
By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill
him; by this sword, I will.
Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
Corporal Nym, and thou wilt be friends, be friends; an
thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too. Prithee,
I shall have my eight shillings I won from you at betting?
A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood.
I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me.
Is not this just? For I shall sutler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.
I shall have my noble?
In cash most justly paid.
Well, then, that's the humour of't.
As ever you come of women, come in quickly to Sir John.
Ah, poor heart! he is so shak'd of a burning quotidian tertian,
that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.
The King hath run bad humours on the knight; that's the even
Nym, thou hast spoke the right.
His heart is fracted and corroborate.
The King is a good king; but it must be as it may; he
passes some humours and careers.
Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we will live.