PAROLLES.
Mars dote on you for his novices!
[Exeunt Lords.]
What will ye do?
BERTRAM.
Stay the king.
PAROLLES.
Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have restrain’d yourself within the list of too cold an adieu. Be more expressive to them; for they wear themselves in the cap of the time; there do muster true gait; eat, speak, and move, under the influence of the most receiv’d star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed. After them, and take a more dilated farewell.
BERTRAM.
And I will do so.
PAROLLES.
Worthy fellows, and like to prove most sinewy sword-men.
[Exeunt Bertram and Parolles.]
Enter Lafew.
LAFEW.
Pardon, my lord [kneeling], for me and for my tidings.