ACT IV.
[Scene I.] Without the Florentine camp.
[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
for an interpreter.
First Sold. Good [captain], let me be the interpreter.