SCENE IV.
The Palace.
Enter Cloten and Lords.
1 Lord.
Your Lordship is the most patient Man in loss,
the coldest that ever turn'd up Ace.
Clot.
It would make any Man cold so to lose.
1 Lord.
But not every Man patient, after the noble
Temper of your Lordship; you are most hot and furious,
when you win.
Clot.
Winning will put any Man into Courage: If I
could get this foolish Imogen, I shall have Gold enough:
It's almost Morning, is't not?
1 Lord.
It is my Lord.
Clot.
I would the Maskers and Musicians were come,
I am advised to give her Music a' Mornings, they say
it will penetrate.
[A Flourish.
1 Lord.
Here they are, my Lord.
Clot.
Come let's join them.
[Exeunt.
