Quaint. Your Honour's impatient, perhaps, to hear your own Descent. A Word to the wise is enough. Hem, hem! Solomon, the wise King of Judea——
Esop. Hold, once more!
Quaint. Ha, ha! Your Honour's modest, but——Solomon, the wise King of Judea——
Esop. Was my Ancestor, was he not?
Quaint. He was, my Lord, which no one sure can doubt, who observes how much of Prince there hangs about you.
Esop. What! Is't in my Mien?
Quaint. You have something——wondrous noble in your Air.
Esop. Personable too; view me well.
Quaint. N——not Tall; but Majestick.
Esop. My Shape?