UK language skills haven’t come on much since Shakespeare took the piss in Merchant Venice, when Portia comments on her English suitor,
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?
So that & Mercutio’s death scene, ‘ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man’, are my complete range of Shagspeare references.
You may have noticed I drag them out quite regularly. At the slightest excuse. Without provocation. However tenuous the link.