King.
Farewel, young lords: these warlike principles
Do not throw from you; you, my lords, farewel;
Share the advice betwixt you. If both gain,
The gift doth stretch it self as 'tis receiv'd,
And is enough for both.

1 Lord.
'Tis our hope, Sir,

After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
And find your Grace in health.

King.
No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
Will not confess it owns the malady
That doth my life besiege; farewel, young lords,
Whether I live or die, be you the sons
Of worthy French men; let higher Italy,
(Those bated that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchy) see that you come
Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
The bravest^{a note}questant shrinks, find what you seek,
That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewel.

2 Lord.
Health at your bidding serve your majesty.

King.
Those girls of Italy, take heed of them;
They say our French lack language to deny
If they demand: beware of being captives
Before you serve.

Both.
Our hearts receive your warnings.

King.
Farewel. Come hither to me.! [To Bert.] [Exit.

1 Lord.
Oh, my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us.

Par.
'Tis not his fault, the spark—

2 Lord.
Oh 'tis brave wars.

Par.
Most admirable; I have seen those wars.

Ber.
I am commanded here, and kept a coil with
Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too early.

Par.
And thy mind—stand to it, boy; steal away bravely.

Ber.
Shall I stay here the forehorse to a smock,
Creeking my shoes on the plain masonry,
'Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn
But one to dance with? by heav'n I'll steal away.

1 Lord.

There's honour in the theft.

Par.

Commit it, Count.

2 Lord.

I am your accessary, and so farewel.

Ber.

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

1 Lord.

Farewel, captain.

2 Lord.

Sweet Monsieur Parolles.

Par.

Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin; good sparks and lustrous. A word, good metals. You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one captain Spurio his cicatrice, with an emblem of war here on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword entrench'd it; say to him, I live, and observe his reports of me.

1 Lord.

We shall, noble captain.

Par.

Mars doat on you for his novices; what will ye do?

Ber.

Stay; the King—

Par.

Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords, you have restrain'd your self within the list of too cold an adieu; be more expressive to them, for they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there do muster true gate, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most receiv'd star; and tho' the devil lead the measure, such are to be follow'd: after them, and take a more dilated farewel.

Ber.

And I will do so.

Par.

Worthy fellows, and like to prove most sinewy swordmen.