I’ll see her damned first to Pluto’s damnèd 158 lake, by this hand, to th’ infernal deep with Erebus 159 and tortures vile also.
PISTOL
I’ll see her damned first to Pluto’s damnèd 158
lake, by this hand, to th’ infernal deep with Erebus 159
and tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I. 160
Down, down, dogs! Down, ⟨Fates!⟩ Have we not 161
Hiren here? 162
< He draws his sword. >
HOSTESS
Good Captain Peesell, be quiet. ’Tis very late, 163
i’ faith. I beseek you now, aggravate your choler. 164
PISTOL
These be good humors indeed. Shall pack-
165 horses and hollow pampered jades of Asia, which 166
cannot go but thirty mile a day, compare with 167
Caesars and with cannibals and Troyant Greeks? 168
Nay, rather damn them with King Cerberus, and let 169
the welkin roar. Shall we fall foul for toys? 170
HOSTESS
By my troth, captain, these are very bitter 171
words. 172
BARDOLPH
Begone, good ancient. This will grow to a 173
brawl anon. 174
