Claudio: O, my lord, When you went onward on this ended action, I looked upon her with a soldier's eye That liked, but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to the name of love. But now I am returned, and that war thoughts Have left their places vacant, in their rooms Come thronging soft and delicate desires, All prompting me how fair young Hero is Saying I liked her ere I went to wars.