Lear. 'Tis easy to be made, my Lord.
Esop. I'm glad on't, Truth can never be too clear. [Seeing Euph.] Is this young Damsel your fair Daughter, Sir?
Lear. 'Tis my Daughter, my good Lord: Fair too, if she appears such in the Eyes of the unerring Esop.
Esop. [Going up to salute her.] I never saw so beautiful a Creature.
Lear. [Aside.] Now's the time; kiss soft, Girl, and fire him.
Esop. [Gazing at her.] How partial's Nature 'twixt her Form and mine!
Lear. [Aside.] Look, look, look, how he gazes at her!—--Cupid's hard at work, I see that already. Slap; there he hits him—if the Wench would but do her Part. But see, see, how the perverse young Baggage stands biting her Thumbs, and won't give him one kind Glance——Ah the sullen Jade! Had it been a handsome strong Dog, of five-and-twenty, she'd a fall'n a coquetting on't, with every Inch about her. But may be 'tis I that spoils Sport; I'll make a Pretence to leave them together. Will your Lordship please to drink any Coffee this Morning?
Esop. With all my Heart, Governor.
Lear. Your Lordship will give me leave to go and order it myself; for unless I am by, 'tis never perfect.
Esop. Provided you leave me this fair Maid in Hostage for your Return, I consent.