Flourish. Enter the King with young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war; Bertram, Parolles and Attendants. KING. Farewell, young lords; these warlike principles Do not throw from you; and you, my lords, farewell; Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, The gift doth stretch itself as ’tis receiv’d, And is enough for both. FIRST LORD. ’Tis our hope, sir, After well-ent’red soldiers, to return And find your grace in health. KING. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Will not confess he owes the malady That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords. Whether I live or die, be you the sons Of worthy Frenchmen; 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 questant shrinks: find what you seek, That fame may cry you loud. I say farewell. SECOND 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. Farewell.—Come hither to me. [_The King retires to a couch._] FIRST LORD. O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us! PAROLLES. ’Tis not his fault; the spark. SECOND LORD. O, ’tis brave wars! PAROLLES. Most admirable! I have seen those wars. BERTRAM. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with, “Too young”, and “the next year” and “’tis too early”. PAROLLES. An thy mind stand to’t, boy, steal away bravely. BERTRAM. 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. FIRST LORD. There’s honour in the theft. PAROLLES. Commit it, count. SECOND LORD. I am your accessary; and so farewell. BERTRAM. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur’d body. FIRST LORD. Farewell, captain. SECOND LORD. Sweet Monsieur Parolles! PAROLLES. 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 entrench’d it. Say to him I live; and observe his reports for me. FIRST LORD. We shall, noble captain. PAROLLES. Mars dote on you for his novices! [_Exeunt Lords._] What will ye do? BERTRAM. Stay the king. PAROLLES. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have restrain’d 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 receiv’d star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed. After them, and take a more dilated farewell. BERTRAM. And I will do so. PAROLLES. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most sinewy sword-men. [_Exeunt Bertram and Parolles._]