FIRST 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. 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. Ten o’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. FIRST LORD. [_Aside._] This is the first truth that e’er thine own tongue was guilty of. PAROLLES. 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 Bajazet’s mule, if you prattle me into these perils. FIRST LORD. [_Aside._] Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is? PAROLLES. I would the cutting of my garments would serve the turn, or the breaking of my Spanish sword. FIRST LORD. [_Aside._] We cannot afford you so. PAROLLES. Or the baring of my beard, and to say it was in stratagem. FIRST LORD. [_Aside._] ’Twould not do. PAROLLES. Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripped. FIRST LORD. [_Aside._] Hardly serve. PAROLLES. Though I swore I leap’d from the window of the citadel,— FIRST LORD. [_Aside._] How deep? PAROLLES. Thirty fathom. FIRST LORD. [_Aside._] Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed. PAROLLES. I would I had any drum of the enemy’s; I would swear I recover’d it. FIRST LORD. [_Aside._] You shall hear one anon. PAROLLES. A drum now of the enemy’s! [_Alarum within._] FIRST LORD. _Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo._ ALL. _Cargo, cargo, cargo, villianda par corbo, cargo._ [_They seize and blindfold him._] PAROLLES. O, ransom, ransom! Do not hide mine eyes. FIRST SOLDIER. _Boskos thromuldo boskos._ PAROLLES. 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 SOLDIER. _Boskos vauvado._ I understand thee, and can speak thy tongue. _Kerelybonto._ Sir, Betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom. PAROLLES. O!