Act 4 — Scene IV. The field of battle.[5168]
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Scene IV. The field of battle.[5168]
Alarum. Excursions. Enter Pistol, French Soldier, and Boy.
Pist. Yield, cur! Fr. Sol. Je pense que vous êtes gentilhomme de bonne[5169] qualité. Pist. Qualtitie calmie custure me! Art thou a gentleman?[5170] what is thy name? discuss.5 Fr. Sol. O Seigneur Dieu! Pist. O, Signieur Dew should be a gentleman:[5171] Perpend my words, O Signieur Dew, and mark;[5171] O Signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,[5171][5172] Except, O signieur, thou do give to me[5171]10 Egregious ransom.[5171] Fr. Sol. O, prenez miséricorde! ayez pitié de moi! Pist. Moy shall not serve; I will have forty moys;[5173] Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat[5173][5174] In drops of crimson blood.[5173]15 Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'échapper la force de ton bras? Pist. Brass, cur![5175] Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,[5175] Offer'st me brass?[5175]20 Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moi! Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys?[5176] Come hither, boy: ask me this slave in French[5176] What is his name.[5176] Boy. Écoutez: comment êtes-vous appelé?25 Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer. Boy. He says his name is Master Fer. Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret him: discuss the same in French unto him. Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and30 firk. Pist. Bid him prepare; for I will cut his throat. Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur? Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites vous prèt; car ce soldat ici est disposé tout à cette heure[5177]35 de couper votre gorge. Pist. Owy, cuppele gorge, permafoy,[5178] Peasant, unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;[5178][5179] Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.[5178] Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie, pour l'amour de Dieu, me40 pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: gardez[5180] ma vie, et je vous donnerai deux cents écus. Pist. What are his words? Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of a good house; and for his ransom he will give you two45 hundred crowns. Pist. Tell him my fury shall abate, and I[5181] The crowns will take.[5181] Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il? Boy. Encore qu'il est centre son jurement de pardonner50 aucun prisonnier, néanmoins, pour les écus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement. Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remercîmens; et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les[5182]55 mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, vaillant, et très distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. Pist. Expound unto me, boy. Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks; and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the[5183]60 hands of one, as he thinks, the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England. Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.[5184] Follow me![5185] Boy. Suivez-vous le grand capitaine. [Exeunt Pistol,[5186]65 and French Soldier.] I did never know so full a voice[5187] issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true, 'The[5188] 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[5189]70 wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so would[5190] 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[5191] there is none to guard it but boys. [Exit.75