Esop. 'Tis enough; get all things ready; I'll be with you in a Moment.
[Exit Esop.
Lear. Now, what say you, Mr. Flame-fire? I shall have the Whip-hand of you presently.
Oron. Defer it till to-morrow, Sir.
Lear. That you may run away with her to-night; ha?——Sir, your most obedient humble Servant. Hey, who waits there? Call my Daughter to me: Quick. I'll give her her Dispatches presently.
Enter Euphronia.
Euph. D'ye call, Sir.
Lear. Yes, I do, Minx. Go shift yourself, and put on your best Clothes. You are to be marry'd.
Euph. Marry'd, Sir!
Lear. Yes, marry'd, Madam; and that this Instant too.