Euph. [Going off weeping, and leaning upon Doris.] Break, Heart! for if than hold'st, I'm miserable.
Dor. [To Esop.] Now may the Extravagance of a lewd Wife, with the Insolence of a virtuous one, join hand in hand to bring thy grey Hairs to the Grave.
[Exeunt Euphronia and Doris.
Esop. My old Friend wishes me well to the last, I see.
Enter Learchus hastily, follow'd by Oronces.
Oron. Pray hear me, Sir.
Lear. 'Tis in vain; I'm resolv'd, I tell you. Most noble Esop, since you are pleas'd to accept of my poor Offspring for your Consort, be so charitable to my old Age, to deliver me from the Impertinence of Youth, by making her your Wife this Instant; for there's a Plot against my Life; they have resolv'd to teaze me to Death to-night, that they may break the Match to-morrow Morning. Marry her this instant, I intreat you.
Esop. This instant, say you!
Lear. This instant; this very instant.