Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER
Nay, that’s right. But why wear you your leek today? Saint
Davy’s day is past.
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all
things. I will tell you as my friend, Captain Gower. The
rascally, scald, beggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol,
which you and yourself and all the world 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 place where I could not breed
no contention with him, but I will be so bold 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.
Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.
'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks.—
15God pless you, Aunchient Pistol, you scurvy, lousy knave,
God pless you.
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.
20I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy 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.