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BERTRAM

Good morrow, noble captain.

SECOND LORD
God bless you, Captain Parolles.

FIRST LORD
God save you, noble captain.

SECOND LORD
Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord Lafew? I am for France. [305]

FIRST LORD
Good captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in

behalf of the Count Rossillion? An I were not a very coward I’d compel it of
you; but fare you well.
Exeunt Bertram and the Lords.

FIRST SOLDIER
You are undone, captain − all but your [310] scarf; that has a knot on’t yet.

PAROLLES
Who cannot be crushed with a plot?

FIRST SOLDIER
If you could find out a country where but women were that had received so

much shame you might begin an impudent nation. Fare ye well, sir. I am
[315] or France too; we shall speak of you there.
Exeunt the Soldiers.

PAROLLES
Yet am I thankful. If my heart were great

’Twould burst at this. Captain I’ll be no more,
But I will eat and drink and sleep as soft
As captain shall. Simply the thing I am [320]
Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this; for it will come to pass