The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Israel Gollancz William Shakespeare [579]
They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads
And turn them out of service. If they do this-
As, if God please, they shall- my ransom then
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald;
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints;
Which if they have, as I will leave 'em them,
Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.
MONTJOY.
I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well:
Thou never shalt hear herald any more. Exit
KING HENRY. I fear thou wilt once more come again for a ransom.
Enter the DUKE OF YORK
YORK.
My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg
The leading of the vaward.
KING HENRY.
Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away;
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! Exeunt
SCENE IV. The field of battle
Alarum. Excursions. Enter FRENCH SOLDIER, PISTOL, and BOY
PISTOL.
Yield, cur!
FRENCH SOLDIER.
Je pense que vous etes le gentilhomme de bonne qualite.
PISTOL.
Cality! Calen o custure me! Art thou a gentleman?
What is thy name? Discuss.
FRENCH SOLDIER.
O Seigneur Dieu!
PISTOL.
O, Signieur Dew should be a gentleman.
Perpend my words, O Signieur Dew, and mark:
O Signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,
Except, O Signieur, thou do give to me
Egregious ransom.
FRENCH SOLDIER.
O, prenez misericorde; ayez pitie de moi!
PISTOL.
Moy shall not serve; I will have forty moys;
Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat
In drops of crimson blood.
FRENCH SOLDIER.
Est-il impossible d'echapper la force de ton bras?
PISTOL.
Brass, cur?
Thou damned and luxurious mountain-goat,
Offer'st me brass?
FRENCH SOLDIER.
O, pardonnez-moi!
PISTOL.
Say'st thou me so? Is that a ton of moys?
Come hither, boy; ask me this slave in French
What is his name.
BOY.
Ecoutez: comment etes-vous appele?
FRENCH SOLDIER.
Monsieur le Fer.
BOY.
He says his name is Master Fer.
PISTOL.
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, and firk.
PISTOL.
Bid him prepare; for I will cut his throat.
FRENCH SOLDIER.
Que dit-il, monsieur?
BOY.
Il me commande a vous dire que vous faites vous pret; car ce
soldat ici est dispose tout a cette heure de couper votre gorge.
PISTOL.
Owy, cuppele gorge, permafoy!
Peasant, unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
FRENCH SOLDIER.
O, je vous supplie, pour l'amour de Dieu, me
pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison. Gardez ma vie, et
je vous donnerai deux cents ecus.
PISTOL.
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 two hundred crowns.
PISTOL.
Tell him my fury shall abate, and I
The crowns will take.
FRENCH SOLDIER.
Petit monsieur, que dit-il?
BOY.
Encore qu'il est contre son jurement de pardonner aucun
prisonnier, neamnoins, pour les ecus que vous l'avez promis, il
est content a vous donner la liberte, le franchisement.
FRENCH SOLDIER.
Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remercimens; et
je m'estime heureux que je suis tombe entre les mains d'un
chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, vaillant, et tres distingue
seigneur d'Angleterre.
PISTOL.
Expound unto me, boy.
BOY.
He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks; and he
esteems himself happy that he hath fall'n into the hands of
one-
as he thinks- the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy
signieur of England.
PISTOL.
As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.
Follow me. Exit
BOY. Suivez-vous le grand capitaine. Exit 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' th' old play, that every one may pare his nails with a
wooden dagger; and they are both hang'd; and so would this be, if
he durst steal