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Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

      — Measure for Measure, Act IV Scene 2

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1

Henry V
[II, 1]

(stage directions)

507

[Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPH]

2

Henry V
[II, 1]

Bardolph

508

Well met, Corporal Nym.

3

Henry V
[II, 1]

Bardolph

518

I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and
we'll be all three sworn brothers to France: let it
be so, good Corporal Nym.

4

Henry V
[II, 1]

Hostess Quickly

539

No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and
board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live
honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will
be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.
[NYM and PISTOL draw]
O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we
shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.

5

Henry V
[II, 1]

Hostess Quickly

549

Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword.

6

Henry V
[II, 1]

Bardolph

607

Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends:
an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too.
Prithee, put up.

7

Henry V
[II, 1]

Pistol

611

A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood:
I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me;
Is not this just? for I shall sutler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.

8

Henry V
[II, 1]

Pistol

628

Nym, thou hast spoke the right;
His heart is fracted and corroborate.

9

Henry V
[II, 3]

(stage directions)

832

[Enter PISTOL, Hostess, NYM, BARDOLPH, and Boy]

10

Henry V
[II, 3]

Pistol

834

No; for my manly heart doth yearn.
Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins:
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
And we must yearn therefore.

11

Henry V
[III, 2]

(stage directions)

1127

[Enter NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Boy]

12

Henry V
[III, 2]

Boy

1155

As young as I am, I have observed these three
swashers. I am boy to them all three: but all they
three, though they would serve me, could not be man
to me; for indeed three such antics do not amount to
a man. For Bardolph, he is white-livered and
red-faced; by the means whereof a' faces it out, but
fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue
and a quiet sword; by the means whereof a' breaks
words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nym, he hath
heard that men of few words are the best men; and
therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest a'
should be thought a coward: but his few bad words
are matched with as few good deeds; for a' never
broke any man's head but his own, and that was
against a post when he was drunk. They will steal
any thing, and call it purchase. Bardolph stole a
lute-case, bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for
three half pence. Nym and Bardolph are sworn
brothers in filching, and in Calais they stole a
fire-shovel: I knew by that piece of service the
men would carry coals. They would have me as
familiar with men's pockets as their gloves or their
handkerchers: which makes much against my manhood,
if I should take from another's pocket to put into
mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I
must leave them, and seek some better service:
their villany goes against my weak stomach, and
therefore I must cast it up.

13

Henry V
[IV, 4]

Boy

2435

Suivez-vous le grand capitaine.
[Exeunt PISTOL, and French Soldier]
I did never know so full a voice issue from so
empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty
vessel makes the greatest sound.' Bardolph and Nym
had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i'
the old play, that every one may pare his nails with
a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so
would this be, if he durst steal any thing
adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with
the luggage of our camp: the French might have a
good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is
none to guard it but boys.

14

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

(stage directions)

101

[Enter FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, NYM, and PISTOL]

15

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Slender

115

Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against you;
and against your cony-catching rascals, Bardolph,
Nym, and Pistol.

16

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3]

(stage directions)

304

[Enter FALSTAFF, Host, BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL,]
and ROBIN]

17

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

(stage directions)

669

[Enter FORD with PISTOL, and PAGE with NYM]

18

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Pistol

682

The horn, I say. Farewell.
Take heed, have open eye, for thieves do foot by night:
Take heed, ere summer comes or cuckoo-birds do sing.
Away, Sir Corporal Nym!
Believe it, Page; he speaks sense.

19

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Nym

689

[To PAGE] And this is true; I like not the humour
of lying. He hath wronged me in some humours: I
should have borne the humoured letter to her; but I
have a sword and it shall bite upon my necessity.
He loves your wife; there's the short and the long.
My name is Corporal Nym; I speak and I avouch; 'tis
true: my name is Nym and Falstaff loves your wife.
Adieu. I love not the humour of bread and cheese,
and there's the humour of it. Adieu.

20

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2]

Falstaff

799

Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you should
lay my countenance to pawn; I have grated upon my
good friends for three reprieves for you and your
coach-fellow Nym; or else you had looked through
the grate, like a geminy of baboons. I am damned in
hell for swearing to gentlemen my friends, you were
good soldiers and tall fellows; and when Mistress
Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon
mine honour thou hadst it not.

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