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[The King retires to a couch.]

FIRST LORD. O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!

PAROLLES. ’Tis not his fault; the spark.

SECOND LORD. O, ’tis brave wars!

PAROLLES. Most admirable! I have seen those wars.

BERTRAM. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with, “Too young”, and “the next year” and “’tis too early”.

PAROLLES. An thy mind stand to’t, boy, steal away bravely.

BERTRAM. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry, Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn But one to dance with. By heaven, I’ll steal away.

FIRST LORD. There’s honour in the theft.

PAROLLES. Commit it, count.

SECOND LORD. I am your accessary; and so farewell.

BERTRAM. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur’d body.

FIRST LORD. Farewell, captain.

SECOND LORD. Sweet Monsieur Parolles!

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