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I think thou had the air of an old soldier: (To Bertram as he is hurrying past him.) Such, without greeting, never pass me by. Ha, Bertram! is it thee?

What, mine old General?

Yes, and mine old soldier. How dost thou, man? how has it far'd with thee Since thou hast left the service?

I thank your honour; much as others find it; I have no cause to grumble at my lot.

'Tis well, but what's the matter with thee now? Thine eyes are red with weeping, and thy face Looks ruefully.

I've been to visit, here, a noble youth. Who is condemn'd to die.

A noble youth!