Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2

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Sc. 113.3

Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Rossillion, drum and trumpets, soldiers, Parrolles.
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Duke. The Generall of our horse thou art, and we

2Great in our hope, lay our best loue and credence

3Vpon thy promising fortune.

Ber. Sir it is

4A charge too heauy for my strength, but yet

5Wee'l striue to beare it for your worthy sake,

6To th' extreme edge of hazard.

Duke. Then go thou forth,

7And fortune play vpon thy prosperous helme

8As thy auspicious mistris.

Ber. This very day

9Great Mars I put my selfe into thy file,

10Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall proue

11A louer of thy drumme, hater of loue.

Exeunt omnes

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