Doll Tearsheet's Song

Doll Tearsheet.

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 Tearsheet.

Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By

wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play

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!