Act III, Scene 3

Florence - Before the DUKE’s palace

[Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence, BERTRAM,] [p]PAROLLES, Soldiers, Drum, and Trumpets]

Duke of Florence. 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 of Florence. 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]