Lear. In short, thou art Fool enough not to be pleas'd with him.
Dor. Excuse me for that, Sir; I have Wit enough to make myself merry with him——
Lear. If his Body's deform'd, his Soul is beautiful: Would to kind Heaven, as he is, my Daughter cou'd but find the means to please him!
Euph. To what End, dear Father?
Lear. That he might be your Husband, dear Daughter.
Euph. My Husband! Shield me, kind Heaven——
Dor. Psha! he has a mind to make us laugh, that's all.
Lear. Esop, then, is not worth her Care, in thy Opinion?
Dor. Why, truly, Sir, I'm always for making suitable Matches, and don't much approve of breeding Monsters. I wou'd have nothing marry a Baboon, but what has been got by a Monkey.
Lear. How dar'st thou liken so incomparable a Man to so contemptible a Beast?