[5] _businesses_] _basenesses_ Anon. conj.
[14] _You're_] Y'are Ff. _You are_ Capell.
[19] _Resolved_] Collier (Egerton MS.). _Resolve_ F1. _Resolves_ F2 F3 F4.
[21] _his important_] F1 F2. _this important_ F3 F4. _this importurate_ Rowe (ed. i). _his importunate_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[22] _county wears_] _countie weares_ F1. _county weares_ F2 F3. _count wears_ F4. _count does wear_ Rowe. See note (XIV).
[28, 29] _Now ... purpose_] As in Capell. As one line in Ff. _Now do I see ... purpose_ (as one line) Hanmer.
[34] _after this_] F2 F3 F4. _after_ F1. _afterwards_ Collier conj.
[40] _musics_] _Musickes_ F1 F2. _Musicks_ F3. _Musick_ F4.
_lawful act_] _wicked act_ Warburton. _lawless act_ Anon. conj.
_Enter_ Second French Lord, _with five or six other_ Soldiers _in ambush._
_Sec. 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 5 for an interpreter.
_First Sold._ Good captain, let me be the interpreter.
_Sec. Lord._ Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice? 10
_Sec. Lord._ But what linsey-woolsey hast thou to speak to us again?
_First Sold._ E'en such as you speak to me.
_Sec. Lord._ He must think us some band of strangers i' the adversary's entertainment. Now he hath a smack of 15 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 20 couch, ho! here he comes, to beguile two hours in a sleep, and then to return and swear the lies he forges.
_Par._ 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 25 begin to smoke me; and disgraces have of late knocked 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.
_Sec. Lord._ This is the first truth that e'er thine own 30 tongue was guilty of.