Fr. Sol.

O seigneur Dieu!

Pist.
O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman^{2 note}:—

Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark;—
O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox^{3 note}

Except, O signieur, thou do give to me
Egregious ransom.

Fr. Sol.
O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de
moy!

Pist.
Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys;
For I will fetch thy rim^{4 note}

Fr. Sol.

Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras?

Pist.
Brass, cur^{5 note}

Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat^{6 note}
,
Offer'st me brass?

Fr. Sol.
O pardonnez moy!

Pist.
Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys^{7 note}

Boy.
Escoutez; Comment estes vous appellé?

Fr. Sol.

Monsieur le Fer.

Boy.

He says his name is—master Fer.

Pist.

Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him^{8 note}

Boy.

I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and 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 prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout à cette heure de couper vostre gorge.

Pist.
Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant,
Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.

Fr. Sol.

O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison; gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deux cents escus.

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 two hundred crowns.

Pist.
Tell him,—my fury shall abate, and I
The crowns will take.

Fr. Sol.

Petit monsieur, que dit-il?

Boy.

Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.

Fr. Sol.

Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens: et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, valiant, et tres 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 hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England.

Pist.

As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.— Follow me, cur.

Boy.

Suivez vous le grand capitaine.

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^{9 note}