God save you, Sir John

Pistol
God save you, Sir John.
Falstaff
Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I
charge you with a cup of sack. Do you discharge
upon mine hostess.
Pistol
I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.
Falstaff
She is pistol-proof. Sir, you shall not hardly
offend her.

A captain?
God’s light, these villains will make the word as
odious as the word “occupy,” which was an excellent
good word before it was ill sorted.

Hostess
Come, I’ll drink no proofs nor no bullets. I’ll
drink no more than will do me good, for no man’s
pleasure, I.
Pistol
Then, to you, Mistress Dorothy! I will charge you.
Doll
Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy companion.
What, you poor, base, rascally, cheating lack-linen
mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for
your master.
Pistol
I know you, Mistress Dorothy.
Doll
Away, you cutpurse rascal, you filthy bung, away!
By this wine, I’ll thrust my knife in your mouldy
chaps an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away,
you bottle-ale rascal, you basket-hilt stale juggler,
you. Since when, I pray you, sir? God’s light, with
two points on your shoulder? Much!
Pistol
God let me not live but I will murder your ruff
for this.
Falstaff
No more, Pistol. I would not have you go off
here. Discharge yourself of our company, Pistol.
Hostess
No, good Captain Pistol, not here, sweet captain!
Doll
Captain? Thou abominable damned cheater, art
thou not ashamed to be called captain? An captains
were of my mind, they would truncheon you out for
taking their names upon you before you have
earned them. You a captain? You slave, for what?
For tearing a poor whore’s ruff in a bawdy house?
He a captain! Hang him, rogue. He lives upon
mouldy stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain?
God’s light, these villains will make the word as
odious as the word “occupy,” which was an excellent
good word before it was ill sorted.  Therefore
captains had need look to ’t.