Ber. [I grow to you, and our] parting is a tortured body.
First Lord. Farewell, [captain].
Sec. Lord. Sweet Monsieur Parolles!
Par. Noble heroes, my sword and [yours] are kin. Good
sparks and lustrous, , good metals: you shall find
in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio, [with his]
cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his sinister cheek; it
was this very sword entrenched it: say to him, I live; and
observe his reports [for] me.