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Florence. Before the DUKE's palace.
[Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence, BERTRAM, PAROLLES, Soldiers, Drum,
and Trumpets]
DUKE
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The gene|ral of | our horse | thou art,| and we
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Great in | our hope,| lay our | best love and
cred||ence
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Upon | thy prom|ising for|tune.
BERTRAM
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Sir,| it is
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A charge too heav|y for | my strength,| but yet
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We'll strive | to bear | it for / your worth|y
sake,
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To* the ex/treme edge | of haz|ard.
DUKE
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Then go | thou* forth,
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And for|tune play | upon | thy pros|perous helm
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As thy | auspic|ious mist|ress.
BERTRAM
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This ver|y day
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Great^Mars | I put | myself | into | thy file,
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Make me | but like | my thoughts,| and I | shall
prove
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A lov|er of | thy drum,| hater | of love.
[Exeunt]