Scene + 

III + 

Florence. Before 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 + 

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! + 

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. + 