Alas, alas, put up your 208 naked weapons, put up your naked weapons.
PISTOL, < taking up his sword >
What, shall we have 197
incision? Shall we imbrue? Then death rock me 198
asleep, abridge my doleful days. Why then, let 199
grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds untwind the Sis- 200
ters Three. Come, Atropos, I say. 201
HOSTESS
Here’s goodly stuff toward! 202
FALSTAFF
Give me my rapier, boy. 203
DOLL
I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee do not draw. 204
FALSTAFF, < to Pistol >
Get you downstairs. 205
< They fight. >
HOSTESS
Here’s a goodly tumult. I’ll forswear keeping 206
house afore I’ll be in these tirrits and frights. So, 207
murder, I warrant now. Alas, alas, put up your 208
naked weapons, put up your naked weapons. 209
< Bardolph and Pistol exit. >
DOLL
I pray thee, Jack, be quiet. The rascal’s gone. Ah, 210
you whoreson little valiant villain, you. 211
