Lieu. Even as much as a sober man might; and a Souldier That your grace owes just half a years pay to.
Ant. Well remembred; And did I seem so young and amiable to ye?
Lieu. Methought you were the sweetest youth—
Ant. That's excellent.
Lieu. I truly Sir: and ever as I thought on ye, I wished, and wished—
Ant. What didst thou wish prethee?
Lieu. Ev'n, that I had been a wench of fifteen for ye, A handsom wench Sir.
Ant. Why? God a Mercy Souldier: I seem not so now to thee.
Lieu. Not all out: And yet I have a grudging to your grace still.
Ant. Thou wast never in love before?