好人都上了绞架，在英国只剩下不到三个好人了，其中的一个不但发胖了，还老态龙钟;
a bad world, I say! I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms, or anything.
这是个啥世道啊!我真希望自己是一个织工;我真想唱赞美诗，或者诸如此类的事情。
A plague of all cowards, I say still. Prince Henry says: "How now, woolsack? What mutter you?" A king's son!
愿所有孬种都遭瘟疫，我还要这么说。亨利亲王说：“怎么，你这长毛的夯货?嘟囔些什么呢?”一个国王的儿子!
If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild geese,
要是我不用一柄木刀把你赶出你的王国，像驱赶一群野鹅一样驱赶你的所有臣民，
I'll never wear hair on my face more. You, Prince of Wales!
我就不是一个爷们。你这威尔士亲王!
Why, you baseborn dog! What's the matter? Are you not a coward? Answer me to that and Poins there?
呵，你这下贱胚子!到底怎么回事?你不是一个孬种吗?回答我那个问题，还有波因斯，哪儿呢?
Poins says: "Ye fat braggart, an ye call me coward, I'll stab thee."
伯因斯说：“你这胖皮囊，你再骂我是孬种，我就用刀子捅了你。”
I call thee coward? I'll see thee gibbeted ere I call thee coward;
我就骂你是孬种，怎么了?在我骂你是孬种前，宁愿看你上绞架;
but I would give a thousand pounds I could run as fast as thou canst.
不过，我要是跑起来能像你一样快，那么我情愿出一千镑。
You are straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your back;
你的肩膀足够挺直了，不在乎有人看见你的背;
call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing!
难道这样就算是朋友的支持了吗?拉到吧，这种支持简直该诅咒!
Give me them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack, I am a rogue if I have drunk today.
那些愿意与我面对面的人，才算是真正的朋友。替我倒一杯酒来，我今天要是喝了酒的话，就是个混蛋。
