FIRST SOLDIER.
We’ll see what may be done, so you confess freely. Therefore, once more to this Captain Dumaine: you have answer’d to his reputation with the duke, and to his valour. What is his honesty?
PAROLLES.
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 them he is stronger than 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 bedclothes about him; but they know his conditions and lay him in straw. I have but little more to say, sir, of his honesty; he has everything 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.
BERTRAM.
For this description of thine honesty? A pox upon him for me, he’s more and more a cat.
FIRST SOLDIER.
What say you to his expertness in war?
PAROLLES.
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 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-villain’d villainy so far that the rarity redeems him.
BERTRAM.
A pox on him! He’s a cat still.
FIRST SOLDIER.
His qualities being at this poor price, I need not to ask you if gold will corrupt him to revolt.
PAROLLES.
Sir, for a quart d’ecu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it, and cut the entail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually.