| [Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence attended; the two Frenchmen, with a troop of soldiers. |
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| 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. |
| First Lord | 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. |
| Second Lord | 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 guess'd. |
| DUKE | 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. |
| 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: To-morrow to the field. |
| [Flourish. Exeunt] |