No Fear Shakespeare
Henry V
Get this No Fear to go!
Act 4, Scene 4
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Alarm, excursions. Enter PISTOL, FRENCH SOLDIER, and BOY
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Sounds of battle. PISTOL, a FRENCH
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PISTOL
Yield, cur.
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PISTOL
Surrender, dog!
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FRENCH SOLDIER
Je pense que vous êtes gentilhomme de bonne qualité.
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FRENCH SOLDIER
(speaking in French) You seem like a gentleman of high rank.
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PISTOL
Qualtitie calmie custure me. Art thou a gentleman? What
is thy name? Discuss.
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PISTOL
Qualtitie calmie custure me! Are you a gentleman? What is your name? Expound.
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FRENCH SOLDIER
Ô Seigneur Dieu!
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FRENCH SOLDIER
(speaking in French) Oh, God above!
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PISTOL
O Seigneur Dew should be a gentleman. Perpend my
words, O Seigneur Dew, and mark: O Seigneur Dew, thou
diest on point of fox, except, O Seigneur, thou do give to me
egregious ransom.
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PISTOL
This man, one O. Signieur Dew, must be a gentleman. Consider my words, O. Signieur Dew, and take note: O. Signieur Dew, you’ll be killed with my sword unless you pay me an absurd amount of money for your ransom.
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FRENCH SOLDIER
Ô, prenez miséricorde! Ayez pitié de moi!
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FRENCH SOLDIER
(speaking in French) Oh, have mercy! Take pity on me!
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PISTOL
Moy shall not serve. I will have forty moys, or I will fetch
thy rim out at thy throat in drops of crimson blood.
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PISTOL
(mistaking moi, the French word for “me,” as a unit of money) One moy is not enough. I must have forty moys, or I will reach into your throat and pull out some moys, along with a lot of blood.
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FRENCH SOLDIER
Est-il impossible d'Échapper la force de ton bras?
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FRENCH SOLDIER
(speaking in French) Is it impossible to escape your mighty arm?
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