All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare
Florence. The DUKE's palace
Flourish. Enter the DUKE OF FLORENCE, attended; two FRENCH LORDS, with a TROOP OF SOLDIERS
Holy seems the quarrel
Upon your Grace's part; black and fearful
On the opposer.
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.
But I am sure the younger of our nature,
That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
Come here for physic.