All's Well, That Ends Well
All's Well, That Ends Well PAROLLES. I humbly thank you, sir; a truth’s a truth, the rogues are marvellous poor.
FIRST SOLDIER. ‘Demand of him of what strength they are a-foot.’ What say you to that?
PAROLLES. By my troth, sir, if I were to live this present hour, I will tell true. Let me see: Spurio, a hundred and fifty, Sebastian, so many; Corambus, so many; Jaques, so many; Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick, and Gratii, two hundred fifty each; mine own company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred fifty each: so that the muster-file, rotten and sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand poll; half of the which dare not shake the snow from off their cassocks lest they shake themselves to pieces.
BERTRAM. What shall be done to him?
FIRST LORD. Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand of him my condition, and what credit I have with the duke.
FIRST SOLDIER. Well, that’s set down. ‘You shall demand of him whether one Captain Dumaine be i’ the camp, a Frenchman; what his reputation is with the duke, what his valour, honesty and expertness in wars; or whether he thinks it were not possible with well-weighing sums of gold to corrupt him to a revolt.’ What say you to this? What do you know of it?
PAROLLES. I beseech you, let me answer to the particular of the inter’gatories. Demand them singly.