[Exeunt]
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
ACT IV
SCENE I Without the Florentine camp.
[Enter Second French Lord, with five or six other
Soldiers in ambush]
Second Lord 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.
First Soldier Good captain, let me be the 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 hast 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' the
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.
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