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All's Well That Ends Well

Act IV, Scene I – Without the Florentine Camp

The Second French Lord entered the stage with five other soldiers, who laid in wait for the ambush upon Parolles/Duke.

"Parolles cannot come any other way except this one. Once you see him, speak whatever terrible language you will; however, you must understand it yourself. We have to appear as if we do not understand Parolles, unless, of course, we produce someone among us who can act as interpreter," said the Second Lord.

"Good captain, might I be the interpreter?" asked the First Soldier.

"Do you not know Parolles? Won't he know your voice?" inquired the Second Lord.

"No, sir. I guarantee you."

"Hm. All right then. But he must think we are some band of strangers in the enemy's entertainment. Now, Parolles knows a little of all the neighboring languages, so everyone must find some way of communicating with one another. And since you will be interpreter, you must appear very diplomatic. Ah! Here he comes!"

Parolles/Duke then entered, talking to himself. "Oh, what trouble I'm in. I know that I am a liar and it seems everyone else is beginning to notice."

"That is the first truth that has ever passed your lips," mumbled the Second Lord, making sure that Parolles/Duke could neither hear him nor see him.

"I cannot go after the drum!" exclaimed Parolles/Duke. "I am far too frightened."

"Is it possible he should know what he is?"

"Perhaps I should come up with a reason why I do not have the drum. I can cut my garments or break my sword."

"We cannot afford you so," muttered the Second Lord.

"Or the baring of my head and say that it was a ruse."

"It would not do so."

"I could drown my clothes and say that I was stripped."

"It would hardly serve."

"And then I could swear that I leaped from the window of the citadel."

"How deep?"

"Perhaps…thirty fathoms."

"Thirty fathoms would hardly be believed."

"If I had any drum of the enemy's, I would swear I had recovered it."

"Heh…you shall hear one shortly."

"A drum of the enemy's-" Parolles/Duke was interrupted by the angry sounds of trumpets.

"Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo," said the Second Lord to Parolles/Duke in a nonsense language.

"Cargo, cargo, cargo, villiando par corbo, cargo," replied the rest of the soldiers.

"No! Do not hide my eyes!" Parolles/Duke screamed as the soldiers seized and blindfolded him.

"Boksos thromuldo boskos," said the First Soldier.

"I know that you are the Muskos' regiment! I will lose my life because I do not know your language! Does anyone here speak German, Dane, low Dutch, Italian, or French? If so, let him speak to me! I will tell you what you wish to know in order to defeat the Florentine!" cried Parolles/Duke.

"Boskos vauvado. I understand you and can speak your tongue. Kerely bonto, sir, you'd best be truthful, for there are seventeen daggers pointed at your chest," said the First Soldier.

"Oh!" exclaimed Parolles/Duke.

"Oh, pray, pray, pray! Manka revania dulche," continued the First Soldier.

"Oscorbidulchos volivorco," stated the Second Lord.

"The general wishes to spare you," began the First Soldier, "yet, as deceiving as you are, you may provide us with some information that may save your life."

"Oh, let me live!" begged Parolles/Duke helplessly. "I'll show you all the secrets of our camp, their force, and their purposes! I'll tell you whatever it is you wish to know!"

"But will you do so faithfully?" asked the First Soldier.

"If I do not, then damn me," answered Parolles/Duke.

"Acordo linta. Come on. You are granted space," said the First Soldier.

They exited, with Parolles/Duke left behind, guarded by some soldiers.

The Second Lord pulled the Second Soldier off to the side and said, "Go to Bertram and my brother. Tell them we have caught Parolles and we will keep him from speaking until we hear from them."

"I will, captain," replied the Second Soldier.

"And tell them that Parolles will betray us all unto ourselves."

"I will, sir."

"Until then, I will keep Parolles in the dark and safely locked."

And with that, everyone exited the stage.

End Scene