Duke of Florence The general of our horse thou art; and we, Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence Upon thy promising fortune.
Bertram 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 of Florence Then go thou forth; And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm, As thy auspicious mistress!
Bertram 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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