_Par._ He will steal, sir, an egg out of a cloister: for rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus: he professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking 'em he is stronger than 235 Hercules: he will lie, sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool: drunkenness is his best virtue, for he will be swine-drunk; and in his sleep he does little harm, save to his bed-clothes about him; but they know his conditions and lay him in straw. I have but 240 little more to say, sir, of his honesty: he has every thing that an honest man should not have; what an honest man should have, he has nothing. _First Lord._ I begin to love him for this. _Ber._ For this description of thine honesty? A pox 245 upon him for me, he's more and more a cat. _First Sold._ What say you to his expertness in war? _Par._ Faith, sir, 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 250 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. _First Lord._ He hath out-villained villany so far, that the rarity redeems him. 255 _Ber._ A pox on him, he's a cat still. _First Sold._ His qualities being at this poor price, I need not to ask you if gold will corrupt him to revolt. _Par._ Sir, for a quart d'écu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the entail from 260 all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually. _First Sold._ What's his brother, the other Captain Dumain? _Sec. Lord._ Why does he ask him of me? _First Sold._ What's he? 265 _Par._ 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; many, in coming on he has the cramp. 270 _First Sold._ If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine? _Par._ Ay, and the captain of his horse, Count Rousillon. _First Sold._ I'll whisper with the general, and know his pleasure. 275 _Par._ [_Aside_] 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? 280