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”.