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Act 2, Prologue
Henry V Translation Act 2, Scene 1
Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPH
BARDOLPH
Well met, Corporal Nym.
BARDOLPH
Hello, Corporal Nym.
NYM
Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
NYM
Good morning, Lieutenant Bardolph.
BARDOLPH
What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
BARDOLPH
Have you and Ancient Pistol made up yet?
NYM
For my part, I care not. I say little, but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that shall be asit may. I dare not fight, but I will wink and hold out mine iron. It is a simple one, but what though? It will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man’s sword will, and there’s an end.
NYM
I don't personally care. I don't say much, but when the time is right there will be smiles. But that will go however it goes. I don't dare to fight, but I'll wink and hold out my sword. It's a simple one, but what of that? It will toast cheese and endure cold as well as any other man's sword, and that's the end of the matter.
BARDOLPH
I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and we’ll be all three sworn brothers to France. Let ’t be so, good Corporal Nym.
BARDOLPH
I will give you breakfast to make you friends, and all three of us, having sworn to be like brothers to each other, will go to France. Agree to that, good Corporal Nym.
NYM
Faith, I will live so long as I may, that’s the certainof it. And when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may. That is my rest; that is the rendezvous of it.
NYM
Well, I will live as long as I can, that's for sure. And when I can't live any more, I'll do what I can. That's all I have to say, that's my goodbye to that issue.
BARDOLPH
It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell Quickly, and certainly she did you wrong, for you were troth-plight to her.
BARDOLPH
It's certain, corporal, that he's married to Nell Quickly, and certainly she acted wrongly towards you, because you were engaged to her.
NYM
I cannot tell. Things must be as they may. Men may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time, and some say knives have edges. It must be asit may. Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell.
NYM
I can't tell. Things must be however they can be. Men can sleep, and they can have their throats on them at that time, and some people say knives have edges. It must be however it can. Though Patience is a tired old horse, she'll keep plodding on. There must be conclusions. Well, I can't tell.
Enter PISTOL and HOSTESS
BARDOLPH
Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be patient here.—How now, mine host Pistol?
BARDOLPH
Here comes Ancient Pistol—and his wife. Good corporal, wait here.
[To PISTOL] How are you, innkeeper Pistol?
PISTOL
Base tyke, call’st thou me host?Now, by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term,Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
PISTOL
You low peasant, are you calling me an innkeeper? I swear by this hand, I hate the word, and my Nell won't take lodgers.
HOSTESS
No, by my troth, not long, for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live honestlyby the prick of their needles but it will be thought wekeep a bawdy house straight.
HOSTESS
No, I swear, not long, because we can't give room and board to a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen who make an honest living by sewing without people immediately thinking we run a brothel.
NYM and PISTOL draw
Oh, well-a-day, Lady! If he be not hewn now, we shall see willful adultery and murder committed.
Oh no! If he's not cut down now, we will see willful adultery and murder committed.
BARDOLPH
Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here.
BARDOLPH
Good lieutenant, good corporal, don't fight here.
NYM
Pish!
NYM
Pshaw!
PISTOL
Pish for thee, Iceland dog,Thou prick-eared cur of Iceland!
PISTOL
Pshaw for you, you Icelandic dog, you pointy-eared cur from Iceland!
HOSTESSa
Good Corporal Nym, show thy valor and put up your sword.
HOSTESS
Good Corporal Nym, show your courage and put away your sword.
NYM
Will you shog off? [ to PISTOL] I would have you solus .
NYM
Will you go away?
[To PISTOL] I want to see you solo.
PISTOL
“Solus,” egregious dog? O viper vile, The solus in thy most marvelous face, The solus in thy teeth and in thy throat And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy, And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! I do retort the solus in thy bowels, For I can take, and Pistol’s cock is up, And flashing fire will follow.
PISTOL
Solo, you shocking dog? Oh you disgusting snake, solo in your amazing face, solo in your teeth and your throat and in your hateful lungs, yes, in your jaws, by god, and, which is worse, inside your nasty mouth! I throw back the solo to your guts, because I can take it, and Pistol's cocking his gun at you, and the flash of him firing will follow.
NYM
I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an humor to knock you indifferently well. If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms. If you would walk off, I would prickyour guts a little in good terms, as I may, and that’s the humor of it.
NYM
I am not a demon, you can't conjure me. I feel like knocking you around pretty well. If you're rude with me, Pistol, I'll scrape you up with my sword as well as I can, fairly. If you want to walk a little this way, I feel like stabbing your guts a little according to the rules, as well as I can, and that's the way it is.
PISTOL
O braggart vile and damnèd furious wight,The grave doth gape, and doting death is near.Therefore exhale.
PISTOL
Oh you disgusting bragger and damned crazy man, the grave is waiting, and silly death is near. So exhale.
BARDOLPH
Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the first stroke,I’ll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier. [ draws]
BARDOLPH
Hear me, hear what I say: he who strikes the first hit, I'll stick my sword in him up to the hilt, I swear if I'm a soldier I'll do it. [He draws his sword]
PISTOL
An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.Give me thy fist, thy forefoot to me give.Thy spirits are most tall.
PISTOL
A powerful oath, and anger will calm down. Give me your fist, give me your paw. You are in very high spirits.
NYM
I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that is the humor of it.
NYM
I will cut your throat sometime or other, fairly. That's the way it is.
PISTOL
Couple à gorge , that is the word. I defy thee again. O hound of Crete, think’st thou my spouse to get? No, to the spital go, And from the powd'ring tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid’s kind, Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse. I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly For the only she, And— pauca— there’s enough. Go to.
PISTOL
Couple à gorge, that's the French for "cut your throat". I challenge you again. Oh you Cretan dog, do you think you'll get my spouse? No, go to the charity hospital, and fetch the poor disgusting cheating predator, Doll Tearsheet is her name, from the sweating-tub for venereal diseases and marry her. I have and will keep the woman formerly known as Quickly as my only woman, and - in few words - that's enough. Get going.
Enter the BOY
BOY
Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master and your hostess. He is very sick and would to bed.— Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he’s very ill.
BOY
Innkeeper Pistol, you must come to my master, and your wife too. He is very sick and wants to go to bed. Good Bardolph, put your face between his sheets and warm him as though you're a hot water bottle. Really, he's very sick.
BARDOLPH
Away, you rogue!
BARDOLPH
Go away, you scamp!
HOSTESS
By my troth, he’ll yield the crow a pudding one of these days. The king has killed his heart. Good husband,come home presently.
HOSTESS
I swear, he'll die and the crows will eat him one of these days. The king has killed his heart. Good husband, come home soon.
Exeunt HOSTESS and BOY
BARDOLPH
Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to France together. Why the devil should we keep knives to cut oneanother’s throats?
BARDOLPH
Can I reconcile you two? We must go to France together. Why the devil should we keep knives to cut one another's throats with?
PISTOL
Let floods o'erswell and fiends for food howl on!
PISTOL
Let the rivers flood and demons howl for food!
NYM
You’ll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?
NYM
You'll pay me the eight shillings I won from you betting?
PISTOL
Base is the slave that pays.
PISTOL
It's shameful to be a slave who pays his debts.
NYM
That now I will have—that’s the humor of it.
NYM
No, I will have that money - that's the way it is.
PISTOL
As manhood shall compound. Push home.
PISTOL
Our manhoods will clash. Stab well.
They draw
BARDOLPH
By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I’ll kill him. By this sword, I will.
BARDOLPH
By this sword, I'll kill whoever hits first. By this sword, I will.
PISTOL
“Sword” is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
PISTOL
"Sword" is an oath, and oaths are powerful.
BARDOLPH
Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Prithee,put up.
BARDOLPH
Corporal Nym, if you agree to be friends, be friends. If you won't, then I'm your enemy too. Please, put away your sword.
PISTOL
A noble shalt thou have, and present pay, And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood. I’ll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me. Is not this just? For I shall subtler be Unto the camp, and profits will accrue. Give me thy hand.
PISTOL
You'll have a gold coin, and soon, and I'll also give you liquor, and friendship will join us together, and brotherhood. I'll live my life for Nym, and Nym for me. Is this not fair? I will be cunning in camp and profits will heap up. Give me your hand.
NYM
I shall have my noble?
NYM
I'll have my gold coin?
PISTOL
In cash, most justly paid.
PISTOL
In cash, fairly paid.
NYM
Well, then, that’s the humor of ’t.
NYM
Well, then, that's the way it is.
Enter HOSTESS
HOSTESS
As ever you come of women, come in quickly to Sir John. Ah, poor heart, he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men,come to him.
HOSTESS
If you were ever born from women, come in quickly to see Sir John. Oh, poor sweetheart, he's so shaken by a burning fever that it's tragic to see it. Sweet men, come see him.
NYM
The king hath run bad humors on the knight, that’s the even of it.
NYM
The king made him sick, that's the truth of it.
PISTOL
Nym, thou hast spoke the right.His heart is fracted and corroborate.
PISTOL
Nym, you're right. His heart is shattered and strengthened.
NYM
The king is a good king, but it must be as it may. He passes some humors and careers.
NYM
The king is a good king, but it must go however it can go. He gets strange ideas and runs away with them.
PISTOL
Let us condole the knight, for, lambkins, we will live.
PISTOL
Let's grieve for the knight, for, my lambs, we will survive.
Exeunt
