Florence. A Room in the DUKE’S Palace. | |
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Flourish. Enter the DUKE, attended; two French Lords, and Soldiers. | |
| Duke. So that from point to point now have you heard | |
| The fundamental reasons of this war, | 4 |
| Whose great decision hath much blood let forth, | |
| And more thirsts after. | |
| First Lord. Holy seems the quarrel | |
| Upon your Grace’s part; black and fearful | 8 |
| On the opposer. | |
| Duke. Therefore we marvel much our cousin France | |
| Would in so just a business shut his bosom | |
| Against our borrowing prayers. | 12 |
| First Lord. Good my lord, | |
| The reasons of our state I cannot yield, | |
| But like a common and an outward man, | |
| That the great figure of a council frames | 16 |
| By self-unable motion: therefore dare not | |
| Say what I think of it, since I have found | |
| Myself in my incertain grounds to fail | |
| As often as I guess’d. | 20 |
| Duke. Be it his pleasure. | |
| Sec. Lord. But I am sure the younger of our nature, | |
| That surfeit on their ease, will day by day | |
| Come here for physic. | 24 |
| Duke. Welcome shall they be, | |
| And all the honours that can fly from us | |
| Shall on them settle. You know your places well; | |
| When better fall, for your avails they fell. | 28 |
| To-morrow to the field. [Flourish. Exeunt. | |
