| ACT III SCENE I | Florence. The DUKE'S palace. | |
| [
Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence attended;
the two Frenchmen, with a troop of soldiers.
] |
| DUKE | So that from point to point now have you heard |
| The fundamental reasons of this war, |
| Whose great decision hath much blood let forth |
| And more thirsts after. |
| First Lord | Holy seems the quarrel | 5 |
| Upon your grace's part; black and fearful |
| On the opposer. |
| DUKE | Therefore we marvel much our cousin France |
| Would in so just a business shut his bosom |
| Against our borrowing prayers. | 10 |
| Second Lord | Good my lord, |
| The reasons of our state I cannot yield, |
| But like a common and an outward man, |
| That the great figure of a council frames |
| By self-unable motion: therefore dare not | 15 |
| Say what I think of it, since I have found |
| Myself in my incertain grounds to fail |
| As often as I guess'd. |
| DUKE | Be it his pleasure. |
| First Lord | But I am sure the younger of our nature, | 20 |
| That surfeit on their ease, will day by day |
| Come here for physic. |
| DUKE | Welcome shall they be; |
| And all the honours that can fly from us |
| Shall on them settle. You know your places well; | 25 |
| When better fall, for your avails they fell: |
| To-morrow to the field. |
| [Flourish. Exeunt] |