All's Well, That Ends Well
All's Well, That Ends Well FIRST LORD. He hath out-villain’d villainy so far that the rarity redeems him.
BERTRAM. A pox on him! He’s a cat still.
FIRST SOLDIER. His qualities being at this poor price, I need not to ask you if gold will corrupt him to revolt.
PAROLLES. Sir, for a quart d’ecu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it, and cut the entail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually.
FIRST SOLDIER. What’s his brother, the other Captain Dumaine?
SECOND LORD. Why does he ask him of me?
FIRST SOLDIER. What’s he?
PAROLLES. E’en a crow o’ the same nest; not altogether so great as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal in evil. He excels his brother for a coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is. In a retreat he outruns any lackey; marry, in coming on he has the cramp.
FIRST SOLDIER. If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine?
PAROLLES. Ay, and the captain of his horse, Count Rossillon.
FIRST SOLDIER. I’ll whisper with the general, and know his pleasure.