A room in the Garter Inn
Enter FALSTAFF and PISTOL
FALSTAFF.I will not lend thee a penny.PISTOL.I will retort the sum in equipage.FALSTAFF.Not a penny.PISTOL.Why, then the world's mine oyster.Which I with sword will open.FALSTAFF.Not a penny.I have been content, sir, you should lay my countenance to pawn.I have grated upon my good friends for three reprieves for you and your coach-fellow, Nym; or else you had look'd through the grate, like a geminy of baboons.I am damn'd in hell for swearing to gentlemen my friends you were good soldiers and tall fellows; and when Mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took 't upon mine honour thou hadst it not.PISTOL.Didst not thou share? Hadst thou not fifteen pence? FALSTAFF.Reason, you rogue, reason.Think'st thou I'll endanger my soul gratis? At a word, hang no more about me, I am no gibbet for you.Go-a short knife and a throng!- to your manor of Pickt-hatch; go.You'll not bear a letter for me, you rogue! You stand upon your honour! Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do to keep the terms of my honour precise.I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of God on the left hand, and hiding mine honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce your rags, your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your honour! You will not do it, you! PISTOL.I do relent; what would thou more of man?
Enter ROBIN
ROBIN.Sir, here's a woman would speak with you.FALSTAFF.Let her approach.
