Act 4 - Scene 1
Without the Florentine camp.
Enter Second French Lord, with five or six other Soldiers in ambush
He can come no other way but by this hedge-corner.
When you sally upon him, speak what terrible
you will: though you understand it not
yourselves, no matter; for we must not seem to
unless some one among us whom we
must produce for an interpreter.
Good captain, let me be the interpreter.
Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice?
No, sir, I warrant you.
But what linsey-woolsey hast thou to speak to us again?
E'en such as you speak to me.
He must think us some band of strangers i' the
adversary's entertainment. Now he hath a smack of
neighbouring languages; therefore we must every
one be a man of his own fancy, not to know what we
one to another; so we seem to know, is to
know straight our purpose: choughs' language,
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.
Ten o'clock: within these three hours 'twill be
time enough to go home. What shall I say I have
It must be a very plausive invention that
carries it: they begin to smoke me; and disgraces
have of late
knocked too often at my door. I find
my tongue is too foolhardy; but my heart hath the
fear of Mars before
it and of his creatures, not
daring the reports of my tongue.
This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue
was guilty of.
What the devil should move me to undertake the
recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the
and knowing I had no such purpose? I
must give myself some hurts, and say I got them in
slight ones will not carry it; they
will say, 'Came you off with so little?' and great
ones I dare not give. Wherefore,
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