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All's Well That Ends Well

ACT III SCENE III Florence. The DUKE'S palace. 
[ Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence, BERTRAM, PAROLLES, Soldiers, Drum, and Trumpets ]
DUKEThe general of our horse thou art; and we,
Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
Upon thy promising fortune.
BERTRAMSir, it is
A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet5
We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
To the extreme edge of hazard.
DUKEThen go thou forth;
And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
As thy auspicious mistress!10
BERTRAMThis 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.

Next: All's Well That Ends Well, Act 3, Scene 4