Esop. And I to learn it, Monsieur Oronces.

Oron. Know, Sir——that I admire Euphronia.

Esop. Know, Sir——that you are in the right on't.

Oron. But I pretend, Sir, that Nobody else shall admire her.

Esop. Then I pretend, Sir, she won't admire you.

Oron. Why so, Sir?

Esop. Because, Sir——

Oron. What, Sir?

Esop. She's a Woman, Sir.

Oron. What then, Sir?