[Perhaps the Stoppard/Wittgenstein version, described below by <http://everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=981453>. --CGE]
Dogg's Hamlet, Cahoot's Macbeth Two plays by Tom Stoppard. Or one play: part of the second makes no sense unless it is performed straight after the first...
It is a school speech day, and after the prize-giving there will be 15-minute performance of Hamlet. (Followed by a one-minute reprise of the whole thing.) But before that, the platform has to be set up. It is to be built out of blocks, slabs, planks, and cubes. A workman arrives to do this, and is watched by some of the schoolboys.
Near the beginning of Philosophical Investigations, Wittgenstein considers that utterances are given meaning by context. If one builder calls out "plank" and another builder hands him a plank, we tend to think of it as a reduced form of a longer, syntactically complex sentence such as "Give me a plank". But Wittgenstein considers a simple language consisting only of utterances like "plank" and "block", which result in an action. You can not then say that the word means specifically the noun, the thing, or is a verb, a command. The context does not require a distinction. If the builders know what order the pieces come in, "plank" might just mean "ready" or "next".
Okay. The builder speaks English, and says "cube" and "plank" and so on for the things in his lorry. But the schoolboys speak Dogg, where every single word is an English word but with an entirely unrelated meaning. So they test the microphone with Breakfast, breakfast... sun -- dock -- trog, they call each other vanilla squire when angry, and politely ask the time of a stranger with cretinous pig-faced, git?
The conversation of the workman and the children goes on simultaneously in both languages for a long time and becomes very intricate. Because of their actions on stage, you can understand the import of it all. This extends to the football scores on the radio, Dogg the headmaster's speech, and the lady guest of honour's very gracious speech (beginning "Sad fact, brats pule puke crap-pot stink, spit; grow up dunces crooks; rank socks dank snotrags...")...