Lear. At length I am blest with the sight of the World's Wonder, the Delight of Mankind, the incomparable Esop. You had time to observe him last Night, Daughter, as he sat at Supper with me. Tell me how you like him, Child; is he not a charming Person?
Euph. Charming!
Lear. What say'st thou to him, Doris? Thou art a good Judge, a Wench of a nice Palate.
Dor. You wou'd not have me flatter, Sir?
Lear. No, speak thy Thoughts boldly.
Dor. Boldly, you say?
Lear. Boldly, I say.
Dor. Why, then, Sir, my Opinion of the Gentleman is, that he's uglier than an old Beau.
Lear. How! Impudence.
Dor. Nay, if you are angry, Sir, second Thoughts are best; he's as proper as a Pikeman, holds up his Head like a Dancing-Master, has the Shape of a Barb, the Face of an Angel, the Voice of a Cherubim, the Smell of a Civet-Cat——