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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.

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 prosperous helm,
As thy auspicious mistress!

Ber.
This very day,
Great Mars, I put myself into thy file: (10)
Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove
A lover of thy drum, hater of love. [Exeunt.

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