_Ber._ All's one to him. What a past-saving slave is this! _First Lord._ You're deceived, my lord: this is Monsieur Parolles, the gallant militarist,--that was his own phrase,-- that had the whole theoric of war in the knot of his scarf, 135 and the practice in the chape of his dagger. _Sec. Lord._ I will never trust a man again for keeping his sword clean, nor believe he can have every thing in him by wearing his apparel neatly. _First Sold._ Well, that's set down. 140 _Par._ Five or six thousand horse, I said,--I will say true,--or thereabouts, set down, for I'll speak truth. _First Lord._ He's very near the truth in this. _Ber._ But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he delivers it. 145 _Par._ Poor rogues, I pray you, say. _First Sold._ Well, that's set down. _Par._ I humbly thank you, sir: a truth's a truth, the rogues are marvellous poor. _First Sold._ [_reads_] Demand of him, of what strength they are 150 a-foot. What say you to that? _Par._ By my troth, sir, if I were to live this present hour, I will tell true. Let me see: Spurio, a hundred and fifty; Sebastian, so many; Corambus, so many; Jaques, so many; Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick, and Gratii, two hundred and 155 fifty each; mine own company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred and fifty each: so that the muster-file, rotten and sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand poll; half of the which dare not shake the snow from off their cassocks, lest they shake themselves to pieces. 160 _Ber._ What shall be done to him? _First Lord._ Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand of him my condition, and what credit I have with the Duke. _First Sold._ Well, that's set down. [_Reads_] You shall demand of him, whether one Captain Dumain be i' the camp, a Frenchman; 165 what his reputation is with the Duke; what his valour, honesty, and expertness in wars; or whether he thinks it were not possible, with well-weighing sums of gold, to corrupt him to a revolt. What say you to this? what do you know of it? _Par._ I beseech you, let me answer to the particular of 170 the inter'gatories: demand them singly. _First Sold._ Do you know this Captain Dumain? _Par._ I know him: a' was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris, from whence he was whipped for getting the shrieve's fool with child,--a dumb innocent, that could not say him nay. 175 _Ber._ Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though I know his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls. _First Sold._ Well, is this captain in the Duke of Florence's camp? _Par._ Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy. 180