thing that an honest man should not have; what an honest man should have, he has nothing. I begin to love him for this. For this description of thine honesty? A pox upon him for me, he's more and more a cat. What say you to his expertness in war? Faith, sir, he has led the drum before the English tragedians; to belie him, I will not, and more of his soldiership I know not; except, in that country he had the honour to be the officer at a place there called Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling of files: I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain. He hath out-villained villany so far, that the rarity redeems him. A pox on him, he's a cat still. His qualities being at this poor price, I need not to ask you if gold will corrupt him to revolt. Sir, for a quart d'ecu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the entail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually. What's his brother, the other Captain Dumain? Why does be ask him of me? What's he? E'en a crow o' the same nest; not altogether so great as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal in evil: he excels his brother for a coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is: in a retreat he outruns any lackey; marry, in coming on he has the cramp. If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine? Ay, and the captain of his horse, Count Rousillon. I'll whisper with the general, and know his pleasure. I'll no more drumming; a plague of all drums! Only to seem to deserve well, and to beguile the supposition of that lascivious young boy the count, have I run into this danger. Yet who would have suspected an ambush where I was taken? There is no remedy, sir, but you must die: the general says, you that have so traitorously discovered the secrets of your army and made such pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honest use; therefore you must die. Come, headsman, off with his head. O Lord, sir, let me live, or let me see my death! That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends. So, look about you: know you any here? Good morrow, noble captain. God bless you, Captain Paroles. God save you, noble captain. Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu? I am for France. Good captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in