All’s Well That Ends Well
Act 3, Scene 3
Florence. Before the Duke’s palace.
- Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram Count of
- Roussillon, Drum and Trumpets, Soldiers, Parolles.
Duke of Florence3 - 5
- The general of our horse thou art, and we,
- Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
- Upon thy promising fortune.
Bertram6 - 9
- Sir, it is
- A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet
- We’ll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
- To th’ extreme edge of hazard.
Duke of Florence10 - 12
- Then go thou forth,
- And Fortune play upon thy prosperous helm
- As thy auspicious mistress!
Bertram13 - 16
- 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 omnes.