Florence. A Room in the Duke's Palace.
 Flourish.
 Enter the DUKE of Florence, and the TWO LORDS DUMAINE,
 with a troop of SOLDIERS.

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

1st Dumaine							Holy seems the quarrel
	Upon your grace's part; black and fearful
	On the opposer.

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

2nd Dumaine									Good my lord,
	The reasons of our state I cannot yield
	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
	As often as I guessed.

Duke							Be it his pleasure.

1st Dumaine	But I am sure the younger of our nature,
	That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
	Come here for physic.

Duke						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.
	Tomorrow to the field.
												[Flourish. Exeunt.
