Page 1663 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Fortune is Bardolph’s foe, and frowns on him;
For he hath stol’n a pyx, and hangèd must a’ be −
A damnèd death! [40]
Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,

And let not hemp his wind-pipe soffocate.
But Exeter hath given the doom of death
For pyx of little price.
Therefore, go speak; the Duke will hear thy voice; [45]

And let not Bardolph’s vital thread be cut
With edge of penny cord and vile reproach:
Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.

FLUELLEN
Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning. [50]

PISTOL
Wht then, rejoice therefore!

FLUELLEN
Certainly, Aunchient, it is not a thing to rejoice at, for if, look you, he were

my brother, I would desire the duke to use his good pleasure and put him to
execution; for discipline ought to be used. [55]

PISTOL
Die and be damn’d; and figo for thy friendship!

FLUELLEN
It is well.

PISTOL
The fig of Spain!

FLUELLEN

That is very well.

PISTOL

I say, the fig within thy bowels and thy dirty maw. [60]