SCENE IV. The field of battle.
[Alarum. Excursions. Enter Pistol, French Soldier, and Boy.]
PISTOL.
Yield, cur!
FRENCH SOLDIER.
Je pense que vous etes le gentilhomme de bonne qualite.
PISTOL.
Qualitie calmie 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!
