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 I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires.

Gow.

Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.

Flu.

'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks. —Got pless you, antient Pistol! you scurvy, lowsy knave, Got pless you!

Pist.
Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan,
^{3 note}To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?
Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

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. Will [Strikes him. 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.— [Strikes him.] You call'd me yesterday, mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day a ^{4 note}

degree. I pray you, fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.

Gow.

Enough, captain; you have ^{5 note}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 ploddy 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; ^{6 note}
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.

Pist.

Good.

Flu.

Ay, leeks is goot:—Hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate.

Pist.

Me a groat!

Flu.

Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it;

or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.

Pist.

I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge.

Flu.

If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. Got be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate.

Pist.

All hell shall stir for this.

Gow.

Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition,—begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceas'd valour,—and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking^{7 note}

Pist.
^{8 note}Doth fortune play the huswife with me now?
^{9 note}

Of malady of France;
And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
Honour is cudgell'd. Well, bawd will I turn,
And something lean to cut-purse of quick hand.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal:
And patches will I get unto these cudgell'd scars,
And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars^{1 note}. [Exit.

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