All's Well 4.3 First Lord

You have the first line

First Lord

What hear you of these wars?

Second Lord

I hear there is an overture of peace.

First Lord

Nay, I assure you, a peace concluded.

Second Lord

What will Count Rousillon do then? return again into France?

First Lord

Sir, his wife some two months since fled from his house: her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques le Grand; and, there residing the tenderness of her nature became as a prey to her grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and
now she sings in heaven.

Second Lord

Hath the count all this intelligence?

First Lord

Ay, and the particular confirmations, point from point.

Enter BERTRAM

How now, my lord! is't not after midnight?

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Enter PAROLLES guarded, and First Soldier

PAROLLES

I will confess what I know without constraint.

First Lord

Boblibindo chicurmurco.

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BERTRAM

What a past-saving slave is this!

First Lord

You're deceived, my lord: this is Monsieur Parolles, the gallant militarist.

Second Lord

I will never trust a man again for keeping his sword clean. 

BERTRAM

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.

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PAROLLES

O Lord, sir, let me live, or let me see my death!

First Lord

That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends.

Unblinding him

So, look about you: know you any here?

BERTRAM

Good morrow, noble captain.

Second Lord

God bless you, Captain Parolles.

First Lord

God save you, noble captain.

Exeunt BERTRAM and Lords