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FIRST LORD

There’s honour in the theft.

PAROLLES
Commit it, Count.

SECOND LORD
I am your accessary; and so farewell. [35]

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. [40] 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. [45]

FIRST LORD

We shall, noble captain.
Exeunt the Lords.

PAROLLES
Mars dote on you for his novices! (To Bertram) What will ye do?

BERTRAM
Stay: the King.

PAROLLES
Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble [50] lords; you have restrained