Lieu. Not with a King,
And hope I shall never be again: Truly Sir,
I have had such plunges, and such bickrings,
And as it were such runnings atilt within me,
For whatsoever it was provok't me toward ye.
Ant. God a-mercy still.
Lieu. I had it with a vengeance, It plaid his prize.
Ant. I would not have been a wench then, Though of this age.
Lieu. No sure, I should have spoil'd ye.
Ant. Well, goe thy waies, of all the lusty lovers That e're I saw—wilt have another potion?
Lieu. If you will be another thing, have at ye.
Ant. Ha, ha, ha: give me thy hand, from henceforth thou art my souldier, Do bravely, I'le love thee as much.
Lieu. I thank ye; But if you were mine enemy, I would not wish it ye: I beseech your Grace, pay me my charge.
2 Gent. That's certain Sir;
Ha's bought up all that e're he found was like ye,
Or any thing you have lov'd, that he could purchase;
Old horses, that your Grace has ridden blind, and foundr'd;
Dogs, rotten hawks, and which is more than all this,
Has worn your Grace's Gauntlet in his Bonnet.