And the devil fail me, if I should have failed to cut off the hams of these gentlemen apostles who ran away so basely after they had well supped, and left their good master in the lurch.

I hate that man worse than poison that offers to run away when he should fight and lay stoutly about him.

Oh that I were but King of France for fourscore or a hundred years! By G--, I should whip like curtail-dogs these runaways of Pavia.

A plague take them; why did they not choose rather to die there than to leave their good prince in that pinch and necessity?
Is it not better and more honourable to perish in fighting valiantly than to live in disgrace by a cowardly running away?
We are like to eat no great store of goslings this year; therefore, friend, reach me some of that roasted pig there.
Diavolo, is there no more must?
No more sweet wine?
Germinavit radix Jesse.

Je renie ma vie, je meurs de soif; I renounce my life, I rage for thirst.