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?