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


The general of our horse thou art; and we,
Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
Upon thy promising fortune.


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.


Then go thou forth;
And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
As thy auspicious mistress!


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.