Your story told, will raise you aid of thousands.
Three years of plenty have, among the Britons,
Sown seeds of luxury and baneful riot;
Therefore, they’re unprepar’d, nor think of war.
Uter. Are vessels ready to convey us thither?
Mes. Yes, my good lord.
Aur. Come, brother, let’s away then, with all speed.—
But wer’t not better that we change these habits?
Mes. No, no! your Roman vestments will disguise you;
And may, in Scotland, greatly aid your cause.