Act III, Scene 1

Florence. The DUKE’s palace.

[Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence attended;] [p]the two Frenchmen, with a troop of soldiers.

• Duke of Florence. So that from point to point now have you heard
  The fundamental reasons of this war, 1370
  Whose great decision hath much blood let forth
  And more thirsts after.

• First Lord. Holy seems the quarrel
  Upon your grace's part; black and fearful
  On the opposer. 1375

• Duke of Florence. Therefore we marvel much our cousin France
  Would in so just a business shut his bosom
  Against our borrowing prayers.

• Second Lord. Good my lord,
  The reasons of our state I cannot yield, 1380
  But like a common and an outward man,
  That the great figure of a council frames
  By self-unable motion: therefore dare not
  Say what I think of it, since I have found
  Myself in my incertain grounds to fail 1385
  As often as I guess'd.

• Duke of Florence. Be it his pleasure.

• First Lord. But I am sure the younger of our nature,
  That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
  Come here for physic. 1390

• Duke of Florence. Welcome shall they be;
  And all the honours that can fly from us
  Shall on them settle. You know your places well;
  When better fall, for your avails they fell:
  To-morrow to the field. 1395

[Flourish. Exeunt]