Both Our hearts receive your warnings.
KING Farewell. Come hither to me.
[Exit, attended]
First Lord O, my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!
PAROLLES 'Tis not his fault, the spark.
Second Lord O, 'tis brave wars!
PAROLLES Most admirable: I have seen those wars.
BERTRAM I am commanded here, and kept a coil with
'Too young' and 'the next year' and ''tis too early.'
PAROLLES An thy mind stand to't, boy, steal away bravely.
BERTRAM I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,
Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
Till honour be bought up and no sword worn
But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away.
First Lord There's honour in the theft.
PAROLLES Commit it, count.
Second Lord I am your accessary; and so, farewell.
BERTRAM I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.
First Lord Farewell, captain.
Second Lord Sweet Monsieur Parolles!
PAROLLES Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good
sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals: you shall
find in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain
Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here
on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword
entrenched it: say to him, I live; and observe his
reports for me.
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