1462718 There, I do not know how you call him, but by Iesus I think

1463719He is as valient a man as Marke Anthonie, he doth maintain

1464720the bridge most gallantly: yet he is a man of no reckoning:

1465721But I did see him do gallant seruice.

1466722Gouer. How do you call him?

1467723Flew. His name is ancient Pistoll.

1468724Gouer. I know him not.

1470726Flew. Do you not know him, here comes the man.

1471727Pist. Captaine, I thee beseech to do me fauour,

1472728The Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well.

1473729Flew. I, and I praise God I haue merrited some loue at (his hands.

1475731Pist. Bardolfe a souldier, one of buxsome valour,

1476732Hath by furious fate

1477733And giddy Fortunes fickle wheele,

734That Godes blinde that stands vpon the rowling restlesse(stone.

1479736Flew. By your patience ancient Pistoll,

737Fortune, looke you is painted,

1480738Plind with a mufler before her eyes,

1482739To signifie to you, that Fortune is plind:

1481740And she is moreouer painted with a wheele,

741Which is the morall that Fortune is turning,

1483742And inconstant, and variation; and mutabilities:

1484743And her fate is fixed at a sphericall stone

1485744Which roules, and roules, and roules:

1486745Surely the Poet is make an excellēt descriptiō of Fortune.

1487746Fortune looke you is and excellent morall.

1488747Pist. Fortune is Bardolfes foe, and frownes on him,

1489748For he hath stolne a packs, and hanged must he be:

749A damned death, let gallowes gape for dogs,

1490750Let man go free, and let not death his windpipe stop.