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All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare |
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ACT IV Scene 1 Without the Florentine camp Enter SECOND FRENCH LORD with five or six other SOLDIERS in ambush SECOND LORDHe can come no other way but by this hedge-corner. When you sally upon him, speak what terrible language you will; though you understand it not yourselves, no matter; for we must not seem to understand him, unless some one among us, whom we must produce for an interpreter. FIRST SOLDIER Good captain, let me be th' interpreter. SECOND LORD Art not acquainted with him? Knows he not thy voice? FIRST SOLDIER No, sir, I warrant you. SECOND LORD But what linsey-woolsey has thou to speak to us again? FIRST SOLDIER E'en such as you speak to me. SECOND LORD He must think us some band of strangers i' th' adversary's entertainment. Now he hath a smack of all neighbouring languages, therefore we must every one be a man of his own fancy; not to know what we speak one to another, so we seem to know, is to know straight our purpose: choughs' language, gabble enough, and good enough. As for you, interpreter, you must seem very politic. But couch, ho! here he comes; to beguile two hours in a sleep, and then to return and swear the lies he forges. Enter PAROLLES PAROLLES This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of. PAROLLES Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is? PAROLLES We cannot afford you so. PAROLLES 'Twould not do. PAROLLES Hardly serve. PAROLLES How deep? PAROLLES Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed. PAROLLES You shall hear one anon. [Alarum within] PAROLLES Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo. ALL PAROLLES [They blindfold him] FIRST SOLDIERBoskos thromuldo boskos. PAROLLES Boskos vauvado. I understand thee, and can speak thy tongue. Kerely-bonto, sir, betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom. PAROLLES O, pray, pray, pray! Manka revania dulche. SECOND LORD Oscorbidulchos volivorco. FIRST SOLDIER The General is content to spare thee yet; And, hoodwink'd as thou art, will lead thee on To gather from thee. Haply thou mayst inform Something to save thy life. PAROLLES But wilt thou faithfully? PAROLLES Acordo linta. Come on; thou art granted space. Exit, PAROLLES guarded. A short alarum within SECOND LORDGo, tell the Count Rousillon and my brother We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled Till we do hear from them. SECOND SOLDIER Captain, I will. SECOND LORD 'A will betray us all unto ourselves- Inform on that. SECOND SOLDIER So I will, sir. SECOND LORD Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd. Exeunt |
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