2 Gent.  H’as made a thousand Sir, And plaies the burthen to ’em on a Jews-trump,

Ant.  He looks as though he were bepist:  do you love me Sir?

Lieu.  Yes surely even with all my heart.

Ant.  I thank ye; I am glad I have so good a subject:  but pray ye tell me, How much did ye love me, before ye drank this matter?

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?

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.

Ant.  Bring in your Bills:  mine own love shall be satisfi’d; And sirrah, for this potion you have taken, I’le point ye out a portion ye shall live on.

Men.  ’Twas the best draught that e’re ye drunk.

Lieu.  I hope so.

Ant.  Are the Princes come to th’ Court?

Men.  They are all, and lodg’d Sir.

Ant.  Come then, make ready for their entertainment, Which presently we’l give:  wait you on me Sir.

Lieu.  I shall love drink the better whilst I live boyes. [Exeunt.