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Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now

Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now,
will you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations
with you as partly touching or concerning the
disciplines of the war, the Roman wars? In the way
of argument, look you, and friendly communication,
partly to satisfy my opinion, and partly for the
satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the
direction of the military discipline, that is the point.

And there is throats to be cut, and works to be done

It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captens bath,
and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick
occasion, that sall I, marry.
It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save
me. The day is hot, and the weather, and the wars,
and the King, and the dukes. It is no time to
discourse. The town is beseeched. An the trumpet
call us to the breach and we talk and, be Chrish, do
nothing, ’tis shame for us all. So God sa’ me, ’tis
shame to stand still. It is shame, by my hand. And
there is throats to be cut, and works to be done,
and there ish nothing done, so Christ sa’ me, la.
By the Mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves
to slomber, ay’ll de gud service, or I’ll lig i’
th’ grund for it, ay, or go to death. And I’ll pay ’t as
valorously as I may, that sall I suerly do, that is the
breff and the long. Marry, I wad full fain heard
some question ’tween you tway.
Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under
your correction, there is not many of your nation—
Of my nation? What ish my nation? Ish a
villain and a basterd and a knave and a rascal. What
ish my nation? Who talks of my nation?
Look you, if you take the matter otherwise
than is meant, Captain Macmorris, peradventure I
shall think you do not use me with that affability as,
in discretion, you ought to use me, look you, being
as good a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of
war and in the derivation of my birth, and in other
I do not know you so good a man as
myself. So Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.
Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.
Ah, that’s a foul fault.
 A parley sounds.

Act 3
Scene 2
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