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| SCENE III. Florence. Before the DUKE's palace. |
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Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence, BERTRAM, PAROLLES, Soldiers, Drum, and Trumpets
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| DUKE |
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The general of our horse thou art; and we,
Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
Upon thy promising fortune.
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| BERTRAM |
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Sir, it is
5 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.
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| DUKE |
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Then go thou forth;
And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
10 As thy auspicious mistress!
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| BERTRAM |
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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.
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Exeunt
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