All’s Well That Ends Well
Act 4, Scene 1
Without the Florentine camp.
- Enter Second French Lord with five or six other Soldiers in
Second French Lord Dumaine3 - 7
- He 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.
- Good captain, let me be th’ interpreter.
Second French Lord Dumaine9
- Art not acquainted with him? Knows he not thy voice?
- No, sir, I warrant you.
Second French Lord Dumaine11
- But what linsey-woolsey hast thou to speak to us again?
- E’en such as you speak to me.
Second French Lord Dumaine13 - 21
- He must think us some band of strangers i’ th’ adversary’s
- entertainment. Now he hath a smack of all neighboring
- 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.
- They stand aside.
- Enter Parolles.
Parolles24 - 30
- Ten a’ clock: within these three hours ’twill be time enough
- to go home. What shall I say I have done? It must be a very
- plausive invention that carries it. They begin to smoke me,
- and disgraces have of late knock’d 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.
Second French Lord Dumaine31 - 33
- This is the first truth that e’er thine own tongue was
- guilty of.
Parolles34 - 42
- What the devil should move me to undertake the recovery of
- this drum, being not ignorant of the impossibility, and
- knowing I had no such purpose? I must give myself some
- hurts, and say I got them in exploit. Yet slight ones will
- not carry it. They will say, “Came you off with so little?”
- And great ones I dare not give; wherefore what’s the
- instance? Tongue, I must put you into a butter-woman’s mouth
- and buy myself another of Bajazeth’s mule, if you prattle me
- into these perils.
Second French Lord Dumaine43 - 44
- Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?
Parolles45 - 46
- I would the cutting of my garments would serve the turn, or
- the breaking of my Spanish sword.
Second French Lord Dumaine47 - 48
- We cannot afford you so.
- Or the baring of my beard, and to say it was in stratagem.
Second French Lord Dumaine50 - 51
- ’Twould not do.
- Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripp’d.
Second French Lord Dumaine53 - 54
- Hardly serve.
- Though I swore I leapt from the window of the citadel—
Second French Lord Dumaine56 - 57
- How deep?
- Thirty fathom.
Second French Lord Dumaine59 - 60
- Three great oaths would scarce make that be believ’d.
Parolles61 - 62
- I would I had any drum of the enemy’s. I would swear I
- recover’d it.
Second French Lord Dumaine63 - 64
- You shall hear one anon.
- A drum now of the enemy’s—
- Alarum within.
Second French Lord Dumaine67
- Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo.
Parolles68 - 70
- O, ransom, ransom!
- They seize him.
- Do not hide mine eyes.
- They blindfold him.
- Boskos thromuldo boskos.
Parolles73 - 77
- I know you are the Muskos’ regiment,
- And I shall lose my life for want of language.
- If there be here German, or Dane, Low Dutch,
- Italian, or French, let him speak to me,
- I’ll discover that which shall undo the Florentine.
First Soldier78 - 80
- Boskos vauvado. I understand thee, and can speak thy tongue.
- Kerelybonto, sir, betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen
- poniards are at thy bosom.
- O, pray, pray, pray! Manka revania dulche.
Second French Lord Dumaine83
- Oscorbidulchos volivorco.
First Soldier84 - 87
- 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.
Parolles88 - 91
- O, let me live,
- And all the secrets of our camp I’ll show,
- Their force, their purposes; nay, I’ll speak that
- Which you will wonder at.
- But wilt thou faithfully?
- If I do not, damn me.
First Soldier94 - 95
- Acordo linta.
- Come on, thou art granted space,
- Exit with Parolles guarded.
- A short alarum within.
Second French Lord Dumaine98 - 100
- Go tell the Count Roussillon, and my brother,
- We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled
- Till we do hear from them.
- Captain, I will.
Second French Lord Dumaine102 - 103
- ’A will betray us all unto ourselves:
- Inform on that.
- So I will, sir.
Second French Lord Dumaine105
- Till then I’ll keep him dark and safely lock’d.