[Thickly] Ah there, fair one! How about a little drink!
PISO
[Horrified] Sacrilege!
PAULA
[Flattered by his apparent admiration] Oh, let the poor commander alone. He's feeling badly. [She approaches him, with a goblet] There, that will make you better.
CAIUS
I remember you, little peppermint, but I can't place you. Didn't we meet in—Alexandria?
PAULA
[Sympathetically] Oh, don't worry your poor head.