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; néanmoins, pour les écus que vous lui avez promis, il est content à vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.
FRENCH SOLDIER.
Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remerciements; et je m’estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d’un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, vaillant, et très distingué 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 fallen into the hands of one, as he thinks, the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy seigneur of England.
PISTOL.
As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.
Follow me!
BOY.
Suivez-vous le grand capitaine.