Dor. There's no Danger, I have examin'd him; his Inside's as good as his out! I say, he has Wit, and I think I know.
Euph. Nay, she says true; he's even a Miracle of Wit and Beauty: Did you but see him, you'd be yourself my Rival.
Esop. Then you are resolv'd against the Monster?
Dor. Fy, Sir, fy; I wonder you'll put her in Mind of that foul, frightful Thing: We shall have her dream of nothing all Night but Bats and Owls, and Toads and Hedge-hogs; and then we shall have such a squeaking and squalling with her, the whole House will be in an Uproar: Therefore, pray, Sir, name him no more, but use your Interest with her Father, that she may never hear of him again.
Esop. But if I shou'd be so generous to save you from the old Gallant, what shall I say for your young one?
Euph. O, Sir, you may venture to enlarge upon his Perfections; you need not fear saying too much in his Praise.
Dor. And pray, Sir, be as copious upon the Defects of t'other; you need not fear out-running the Text there, neither, say the worst you can.
Euph. You may say, the first is the most graceful Man that Asia ever brought forth.
Dor. And you may say the latter is the most deform'd Monster that Copulation ever produc'd.