Leo. A goodly competency.
Lieu. I mean Sir, pounds a year; I'le dispatch the matter, 'Tis but a night or two; I'le overtake ye Sir.
Leo. The 2 old legions, yes: where lies the horse-quarter?
Lieu. And if it be a boy, I'le even make bold Sir.
Leo. Away with your whore, A plague o' your whore, you damn'd Rogue, Now ye are cur'd and well; must ye be clicketing?
Lieu. I have broke my mind to my Ancient, in my absence, He's a sufficient Gentleman.
Leo. Get forward.
Lieu. Only receive her portion.
Leo. Get ye forward; Else I'le bang ye forward.
Lieu. Strange Sir, A Gentleman and an officer cannot have the liberty To doe the office of a man.