Gent . You do not meet a man but Frownes . Our bloods no more obey the Heauens Then our Courtiers : Still seeme , as do 's the Kings Sir , I would aduise you to shift a Shirt ; the Violence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice : where ayre comes out , ayre comes in : There 's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent What got he by that ? you haue broke his pate with your Bowle Did you heere of a Stranger that 's come to Court night ? Clot . A Stranger , and I not know o n't ? 2 . He 's a strange Fellow himselfe , and knowes it not There 's an Italian come , and ‘ tis thought one of Leonatus Friends Your Lordship is the most patient man in losse , the most coldest that euer turn 'd vp Ace But not euery man patient after the noble temper of your Lordship ; You are most hot , and furious when you winne . Winning will put any man into courage : if I could get this foolish Imogen , I should haue Gold enough : it 's almost morning , is't not ? 1 Day , my Lord Sen . This is the tenor of the Emperors Writ ; That since the common men are now in Action ‘ Gainst the Pannonians , and Dalmatians , And that the Legions now in Gallia , are Full weake to vndertake our Warres against The falne-off Britaines , that we do incite The Gentry to this businesse . He creates Lucius Pro-Consull : and to you the Tribunes For this immediate Leuy , he commands His absolute Commission . Long liue Caesar Bro . When once he was mature for man , in Britaine where was hee That could stand vp his paralell ? Or fruitfull obiect bee ? In eye of Imogen , that best could deeme his dignitie