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 ]
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	5
	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!	10
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]

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