| William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914. | | | |
| All’s Well that Ends Well | | | | Act III. Scene III. |
| | Florence. Before the DUKE’S Palace. | |
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Flourish. Enter DUKE, 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. | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| And fortune play upon thy prosp’rous 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 prove | 15 |
| A lover of thy drum, hater of love. [Exeunt. | | | |
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