Ber. O my Parolles, they have married me!
I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.
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Par. [France] is a dog-hole, and it no more merits
The tread of a man's foot: to the [wars!]
Ber. There's letters from my mother: what the import
is, I know not yet.
Par. Ay, that would be known. To the wars, my
boy, to the wars!
He wears his honour in a box unseen,