All’s Well that Ends Well

Florence.Before the DUKE’S Palace.

Flourish.Enter DUKE, 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.

Ber.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.Then go thou forth,

And fortune play upon thy prosp’rous helm

As thy auspicious mistress!

Ber.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.