Same As It Ever Was
UK language skills haven’t come on much since Shakespeare took the piss in Merchant Venice, when Portia commented on her English suitor thus,
I say nothing to him for he understands not me nor I him: he hath neither Latin, French, nor Italian. He is a proper man’s picture, but, alas, who can converse with a dumb-show?
That and Mercutio’s death scene, ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man are pretty much my complete range of Shagspeare references which you may have noticed I drag out quite regularly. At the slightest excuse. Without provocation. However tenuous the link.