the lies he forges. 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 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. This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of. 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. Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is? I would the cutting of my garments would serve the turn, or the breaking of my Spanish sword. We cannot afford you so. Or the baring of my beard; and to say it was in stratagem. 'Twould not do. Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripped. Hardly serve. Though I swore I leaped from the window of the citadel. How deep? Thirty fathom. Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed. I would I had any drum of the enemy's: I would swear I recovered it. You shall hear one anon. A drum now of the enemy's,-- Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo. Cargo, cargo, cargo, villiando par corbo, cargo. O, ransom, ransom! do not hide mine eyes. They seize and blindfold him Boskos thromuldo boskos. 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. Boskos vauvado: I understand thee, and can speak thy tongue. Kerely bonto, sir, betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom. O! O, pray, pray, pray! Manka revania dulche. Oscorbidulchos volivorco. 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. O, let me live! And all the secrets of our camp I'll show, Their force, their purposes; nay, I'll speak