_Gow._ Why, here he comes, swelling like a Turky-cock.
_Flu._ 'Tis no matter for his swelling, nor his Turky-cocks. God plesse you, aunchient Pistol: you scurvy, lowsie knave, God plesse you.
_Pist._ Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of leek.
_Flu._ I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsie knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek: because, look you, you do not love it; and 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 good, scald knave, as eat it?
_Flu._ You say very true, scald knave, when God's will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time and eat your victuals; come, there is sawce for it---- [_Strikes him_] You call'd 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 and four nights. Pite, I pray you; it is good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.
_Flu._ Yes, out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.
_Pist._ By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat and swear----
_Flu._ Eat, I pray you; will you have some more sawce to your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by.
_Pist._ Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat.
_Flu._ Much good do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, pray you, throw none away, the skin is good for your proken coxcomb: when you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em, that's all.
_Flu._ Ay, leeks is good; hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate.
_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; God pe wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate.