Euph. Tell him that Oronces (for that is his dear Name) has all the Virtues that compose a perfect Hero.
Dor. And tell him, that Pigmy has all the Vices that go to equip an Attorney.
Euph. That to one I cou'd be true to the last Moment of my Life.
Dor. That for t'other, she'd cuckold him the very Day of her Marriage. This, Sir, in few Words, is the Theme you are desir'd to preach upon.
Esop. I never yet had one that furnish'd me with more Matter.
Enter Servant.
Ser. My Lord, there's a Lady below desires to speak with your Honour.
Esop. What Lady?
Ser. 'Tis my Lady—my Lady—[To Doris.] The Lady there, the wise-Lady, the great Scholar, that Nobody can understand.