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DIANA

He −
That with the plume. ’Tis a most gallant fellow.
I would he loved his wife; if he were honester

He were much goodlier. Is’t not a handsome gentleman?

HELENA

I like him well. [80]

DIANA
’Tis pity he is not honest. Yond’s that same knave
That leads him to these places. Were I his lady
I would poison that vile rascal.

HELENA
Which is he?

DIANA
That jackanapes with scarfs. Why is he melancholy? [85]

HELENA

Perchance he’s hurt i’th’battle.

PAROLLES

Lose our drum! Well!

MARIANA
He’s shrewdly vexed at something. Look, he has spied us.

WIDOW
Marry, hang you! [90]

MARIANA
And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier!
Exeunt Bertram, Parolles, and the army.

WIDOW