_First Sold._ What's his brother, the other Captain Dumain?
_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
_First Sold._ 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. 285
_Par._ O Lord, sir, let me live, or let me see my death!
_First Sold._ That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends. [_Unblinding him._ So, look about you: know you any here?
_Sec. Lord._ God bless you, Captain Parolles.
_First Lord._ God save you, noble captain.
_Sec. Lord._ Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu? I am for France.
_First Lord._ Good captain, will you give me a copy of 295 the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rousillon? an I were not a very coward, I'ld compel it of you: but fare you well. [_Exeunt Bertram and Lords._
_First Sold._ You are undone, captain, all but your scarf; that has a knot on't yet. 300
_Par._ Who cannot be crushed with a plot?
_First Sold._ If you could find out a country where but women were that had received so much shame, you might begin an impudent nation. Fare ye well, sir; I am for France too: we shall speak of you there. 305 [_Exit, with Soldiers._
_Par._ Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, 'Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no more; But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall: simply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, 310 Let him fear this, for it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass. Rust, sword! cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive! There's place and means for every man alive. 315 I'll after them. [_Exit_