_Par._ 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 35 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. 40 _Sec. Lord._ Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is? _Par._ I would the cutting of my garments would serve the turn, or the breaking of my Spanish sword. _Sec. Lord._ We cannot afford you so. 45 _Par._ Or the baring of my beard; and to say it was in stratagem. _Sec. Lord._ 'Twould not do. _Par._ Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripped. _Sec. Lord._ Hardly serve. 50 _Par._ Though I swore I leaped from the window of the citadel-- _Sec. Lord._ How deep? _Par._ Thirty fathom. _Sec. Lord._ Three great oaths would scarce make that 55 be believed. _Par._ I would I had any drum of the enemy's: I would swear I recovered it. _Sec. Lord._ You shall hear one anon. _Par._ A drum now of the enemy's,-- [_Alarum within._ 60 _Sec. Lord._ Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo. _All._ Cargo, cargo, cargo, villianda par corbo, cargo. _Par._ O, ransom, ransom! do not hide mine eyes. [They seize and blindfold him. _First Sold._ Boskos thromuldo boskos. _Par._ I know you are the Muskos' regiment; 65 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 Sold._ Boskos vauvado: I understand thee, and 70 can speak thy tongue. Kerelybonto, sir, betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom. _Par._ O! _First Sold._ O, pray, pray, pray! Manka revania dulche. 75 _Sec. Lord._ Oscorbidulchos volivorco. _First Sold._ 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. _Par._ O, let me live! 80 And all the secrets of our camp I'll show, Their force, their purposes; nay, I'll speak that Which you will wonder at. _First Sold._ But wilt thou faithfully? _Par._ If I do not, damn me.