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.