All's Well, That Ends Well
All's Well, That Ends Well BERTRAM. Why, if you have a stomach, to’t, monsieur, if you think your mystery in stratagem can bring this instrument of honour again into his native quarter, be magnanimous in the enterprise, and go on; I will grace the attempt for a worthy exploit; if you speed well in it, the duke shall both speak of it and extend to you what further becomes his greatness, even to the utmost syllable of your worthiness.
PAROLLES. By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it.
BERTRAM. But you must not now slumber in it.
PAROLLES. I’ll about it this evening; and I will presently pen down my dilemmas, encourage myself in my certainty, put myself into my mortal preparation; and by midnight look to hear further from me.
BERTRAM. May I be bold to acquaint his grace you are gone about it?
PAROLLES. I know not what the success will be, my lord, but the attempt I vow.
BERTRAM. I know th’art valiant; and to the possibility of thy soldiership, will subscribe for thee. Farewell.
PAROLLES. I love not many words.
[Exit.]