Chapter 46

_Ber._ I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, 30 Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry, Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away. _First Lord._ There's honour in the theft. _Par._ Commit it, count. _Sec. Lord._ I am your accessary; and so, farewell. 35 _Ber._ I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body. _First Lord._ Farewell, captain. _Sec. Lord._ Sweet Monsieur Parolles! _Par._ Noble heroes…