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All's Well That Ends Well

Chapter 17 • 4,649 words

ACT IV - Scene I

Chapter 17 • 4,649 words • Nov 15, 2025

ACT IV - Scene I 小说:All's Well That Ends Well     作者:William Shakespeare [ 阅读设置与语言切换 ] 设置背景颜色: 段落首字母是否突出显示: 是 否 段落文本是否两端对齐: 是 否 翻页快捷键:上一章(左箭头:←)下一章(右箭头:→) Without the Florentine campEnter SECOND FRENCH LORD with five or six other SOLDIERS in ambushSECOND LORDHe 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 SOLDIERGood captain, let me be th' interpreter.SECOND LORDArt not acquainted with him? Knows he not thy voice?FIRST SOLDIERNo, sir, I warrant you.SECOND LORDBut what linsey-woolsey has thou to speak to us again?FIRST SOLDIERE'en such as you speak to me.SECOND LORDHe must think us some band of strangers i' th' 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 PAROLLESPAROLLESTen 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 to 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 LORDThis is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of.PAROLLESWhat 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 butterwoman's mouth, and buy myself another of Bajazet's mule, if you prattle me into these perils.SECOND LORDIs it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?PAROLLESI would the cutting of my garments would serve the turn, or the breaking of my Spanish sword.SECOND LORDWe cannot afford you so.PAROLLESOr the baring of my beard; and to say it was in stratagem.SECOND LORD'Twould not do.PAROLLESOr to drown my clothes, and say I was stripp'd.SECOND LORDHardly serve.PAROLLESThough I swore I leap'd from the window of the citadel-SECOND LORDHow deep?PAROLLESThirty fathom.SECOND LORDThree great oaths would scarce make that be believed.PAROLLESI would I had any drum of the enemy's; I would swear I recover'd it.SECOND LORDYou shall hear one anon.[Alarum within]PAROLLESA drum now of the enemy's!SECOND LORDThroca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo.ALLCargo, cargo, cargo, villianda par corbo, cargo.PAROLLESO, ransom, ransom! Do not hide mine eyes.[They blindfold him]FIRST SOLDIERBoskos thromuldo boskos.PAROLLESI 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 SOLDIERBoskos vauvado. I understand thee, and can speak thy tongue. Kerely-bonto, sir, betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom.PAROLLESO!FIRST SOLDIERO, pray, pray, pray! Manka revania dulche.SECOND LORDOscorbidulchos volivorco.FIRST SOLDIERThe 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.PAROLLESO, 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.FIRST SOLDIERBut wilt thou faithfully?PAROLLESIf I do not, damn me.FIRST SOLDIERAcordo linta. Come on; thou art granted space.Exit, PAROLLES guarded. A short alarum withinSECOND LORDGo, tell the Count Rousillon and my brother We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled Till we do hear from them.SECOND SOLDIERCaptain, I will.SECOND LORD'A will betray us all unto ourselves- Inform on that.SECOND SOLDIERSo I will, sir.SECOND LORDTill then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd.Exeunt Previous Chapter Next Chapter

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