By your patience, Aunchient Pistol. Fortune is
painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to
you that Fortune is blind; and she is
painted also with a wheel, to signify to you, which
is the moral of it,
that she is turning, and
inconstant, and mutability, and variation: and her
foot, look you, is fixed upon a
which rolls, and rolls, and rolls: in good truth,
the poet makes a most excellent description
Fortune is an excellent moral.
Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him;
For he hath stolen a pax, and hanged must a' be:
Let gallows gape for dog; let man go free
And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate:
But Exeter hath
given the doom of death
For pax of little price.
Therefore, go speak: the duke will hear thy voice:
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.
Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.
Why then, rejoice therefore.
Certainly, aunchient, it is not a thing to rejoice
at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would
duke to use his good pleasure, and put
him to execution; for discipline ought to be used.
Die and be damn'd! and figo for thy friendship!
It is well.
The fig of Spain!
Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I
remember him now; a bawd, a cutpurse.
I'll assure you, a' uttered as brave words at the
bridge as you shall see in a summer's day. But it
well; what he has spoke to me, that is well,
I warrant you, when time is serve.
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