| ACT III 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 | 5 |
| | 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, | 10 |
| | 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. | 15 |
| | Exeunt | |
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