G. Health at your bidding serue your Maiesty
King. Those girles of Italy, take heed of them,
They say our French, lacke language to deny
If they demand: beware of being Captiues
Before you serue
Bo. Our hearts receiue your warnings
King. Farewell, come hether to me
1.Lo.G. Oh my sweet Lord y you wil stay behind vs
Parr. 'Tis not his fault the spark
2.Lo.E. Oh 'tis braue warres
Parr. Most admirable, I haue seene those warres
Rossill. I am commanded here, and kept a coyle with,
Too young, and the next yeere, and 'tis too early
Parr. And thy minde stand too't boy,
Steale away brauely
Rossill. I shal stay here the for-horse to a smocke,
Creeking my shooes on the plaine Masonry,
Till honour be bought vp, and no sword worne
But one to dance with: by heauen, Ile steale away
1.Lo.G. There's honour in the theft
Parr. Commit it Count
2.Lo.E. I am your accessary, and so farewell
Ros. I grow to you, & our parting is a tortur'd body
1.Lo.G. Farewell Captaine
2.Lo.E. Sweet Mounsier Parolles
Parr. Noble Heroes; my sword and yours are kinne,
good sparkes and lustrous, a word good mettals.
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