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.
Crosses to R.H.
Flu. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.
Pist. Why, then, rejoice therefore.
Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at: for if, look you, he were my prother, I would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used.
Pist. Fico for thy friendship![10]
Flu. It is well.
Pist. The fig of Spain![11]