Small Latin, and less Greek.

It is Hebrew to me. [Fr., C'est de l'hebreu pour moi.]

I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.

But to the purpose--for we cite our faults That they may hold excused our lawless lives; And partly, seeing you are beautified With goodly shape, and by your own report A linguist, and a man of such perfection As we do in our quality much want--

He plays o' th' viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.

O, good my lord, no Latin! I am not such a truant since my coming As not to know the language I have lived in. A strnage tongue makes my cause more strnage, suspicious. Pray speak in English.