All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare

Act 3 - Scene 3

Florence. Before the DUKE’s palace.

Duke of Florence : The general of our horse thou art; and we, [p]Great in our hope, lay
our best love and credence [p]Upon thy promising fortune.

Bertram : Sir, it is [p]A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet [p]We'll
strive to bear it for your worthy sake [p]To the extreme edge of
hazard.

Duke of Florence : Then go thou forth; [p]And fortune play upon thy prosperous
helm, [p]As thy auspicious mistress!

Bertram : This very day, [p]Great Mars, I put myself into thy file: [p]Make me
but like my thoughts, and I shall prove [p]A lover of thy drum, hater
of love.

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