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Chapter 171
SCENE I. London. Before the Boar's Head Tavern, EastcheapEnter CORPORAL NYM and LIEUTENANT BARDOLPH BARDOLPH. Well met, Corporal Nym. NYM. Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph. BARDOLPH. What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet? NYM. For my part, I care not; I say little, but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles- but that shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will wink and hold out mine iron. It is a simple one; but what though? It will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's sword will; and there's an end. BARDOLPH. I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France. Let't be so, good Corporal Nym. NYM. Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I wi
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