All’s Well That Ends Well

1 Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram, drum and trumpets,
2 Soldiers, Parolles.
3 DUKE.
4 The general of our horse thou art, and we,
5 Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
6 Upon thy promising fortune.
7 BERTRAM.
8 Sir, it is
9 A charge too heavy for my strength; but yet
10 We’ll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
11 To th’extreme edge of hazard.
12 DUKE.
13 Then go thou forth;
14 And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
15 As thy auspicious mistress!
16 BERTRAM.
17 This very day,
18 Great Mars, I put myself into thy file;
19 Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove
20 A lover of thy drum, hater of love.
21 [_Exeunt._]