3.3.0.1Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, [Bertram, Count of] Roussillon, 1540[with] drum and trumpets, Soldiers, [and] Paroles. [To Bertram] The general of our horse thou art, and we,
3.3.21542Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
Upon thy promising fortune. Sir, it is
3.3.41545A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet
3.3.51546We'll strive to bear it, for your worthy sake,
To th' extreme edge of hazard. Then go thou forth,
3.3.71549And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm
As thy auspicious mistress. This very day,
3.3.91552Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:
3.3.101553Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove