take heed of them: They say, our French lack language to deny, If they demand: beware of being captives, Before you serve. Our hearts receive your warnings. Farewell. Come hither to me. O, my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us! 'Tis not his fault, the spark. O, 'tis brave wars! Most admirable: I have seen those wars. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with 'Too young' and 'the next year' and ''tis too early.' An thy mind stand to't, boy, steal away bravely. 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. There's honour in the theft. Commit it, count. I am your accessary; and so, farewell. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body. Farewell, captain. Sweet Monsieur ! 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, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword entrenched it: say to him, I live; and observe his reports for me. We shall, noble captain. Mars dote on you for his novices! what will ye do? [To ] Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have restrained yourself 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 gait, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell. And I will do so. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men. [Kneeling] Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings. I'll fee thee to stand up. Then here's a man stands, that has brought his pardon. I would you had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy, And that at my bidding you could so stand up. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, And ask'd thee mercy for't. Good faith, across: but, my good lord 'tis thus; Will you be cured of your infirmity? No. O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox? Yes, but you will my noble grapes, an if My royal fox could reach them: I have seen a medicine That's able to breathe life into a stone, Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary With spritely fire and motion; whose