Esop. Why, a Ceremony wou'd but take up time. But, Governor, methinks I have an admirable Advocate about your Daughter.
Lear. Out of the Room, Impudence: be gone, I say.
Dor. So I will: But you'll be as much in the wrong when I'm gone, as when I'm here. And your Conscience, I hope, will talk as pertly to you as I can do.
Esop. If she treats me thus before my face, I may conclude I'm finely handled behind my Back.
Dor. I say the Truth here; and I can say no worse any where.
[Exit Doris.
Lear. I hope your Lordship won't be concern'd at what this prattling Wench bleats out: my Daughter will be govern'd. She's bred up to Obedience. There may be some small Difficulty in weaning her from her young Lover: But 'twon't be the first time she has been wean'd from a Breast, my Lord.
Esop. Does she love him fondly, Sir?
Lear. Foolishly, my Lord.
Esop. And he her?