Scene III.Florence. Before the DUKE'S
Flourish. Enter DUKE, BERTRAM, PAROLLES,
Soldiers. Drum and Trumpets.
Duke. The general of our horse thou art; and
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:
Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall
A lover of thy drum, hater of love.