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PAROLLES

I know him: ’a was a botcher’s prentice in [180] Paris, from whence he was
whipped for getting the shrieve’s fool with child, a dumb innocent that could
not say him nay.

BERTRAM
Nay, by your leave, hold your hands − though I know his brains are forfeit to

the next tile that falls. [185]

FIRST SOLDIER
Well, is this captain in the Duke of Florence’s camp?

PAROLLES
Upon my knowledge he is, and lousy.

FIRST LORD
Nay, look not so upon me; we shall hear of your lordship anon. [190]

FIRST SOLDIER
What is his reputation with the Duke?

PAROLLES
The Duke knows him for no other but a poor officer of mine, and writ to me
this other day to turn him out o’th’band. I think I have his letter in my pocket.

FIRST SOLDIER

Marry, we’ll search. [195]

PAROLLES

In good sadness, I do not know; either it is there or it is upon a file with the
Duke’s other letters in my tent.

FIRST SOLDIER
Here ’tis; here’s a paper. Shall I read it to you?

PAROLLES
I do not know if it be it or no. [200]