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Henry V

Henry V Translation Act 2, Scene 1

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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 gorgethat'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

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