Oron. What think you of your Child's Concern in t'other World?
Lear. Why, I think it my Child's Concern, not mine. I speak as a Father.
Oron. Do you remember you once gave me your Consent to wed your Daughter?
Lear. I did.
Oron. Why did you so?
Lear. Because you were the best Match that offer'd at that Time. I did like a Father.
Oron. Why then, Sir, I'll do like a Lover. I'll make you keep your Word, or cut your Throat.
Lear. Who waits there, ha?
Enter Servants.
Lear. Seize me that Bully there. Carry him to Prison, and keep him safe.