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All's Well That Ends Well: Act 3 Scene 3

Scene III Florence. Before the DUKE's palace.

[Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence, BERTRAM,

PAROLLES, Soldiers, Drum, and Trumpets]

DUKE

The general of our horse thou art; and we,

Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence

Upon thy promising fortune.

BERTRAM

Sir, it is

A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet

We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake

To the extreme edge of hazard.

DUKE

Then go thou forth;

And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,

As thy auspicious mistress!

BERTRAM

This very day,

Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:

Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove

A lover of thy drum, hater of love.

[Exeunt]