Enter Cloten and Lords.
FIRST LORD.
Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turn’d up ace.
CLOTEN.
It would make any man cold to lose.
FIRST LORD.
But not every man patient after the noble temper of your lordship. You are most hot and furious when you win.
CLOTEN.
Winning will put any man into courage. If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough. It’s almost morning, is’t not?
FIRST LORD.
Day, my lord.
CLOTEN.
I would this music would come. I am advised to give her music a mornings; they say it will penetrate.
Enter Musicians.
Come on, tune. If you can penetrate her with your fingering, so. We’ll try with tongue too. If none will do, let her remain; but I’ll never give o’er. First, a very excellent good-conceited thing; after, a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it, and then let her consider.
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