William Shakespeare: All's Well That Ends Well, Act III, Scene III

Scene III

Florence. Before the Duke's palace

Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, 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.

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

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.

Exeunt