Lear. [Aside.] Look you there; if they don't call me my Lord already——I shall be a great Man!
Enter Euphronia weeping, and leaning upon Doris, both in deep Mourning.
Lear. How now! What's here! All in deep Mourning! Here's a provoking Baggage for you!
[The Trumpets sound a melancholy Air till Esop appears; and then the Violins and Hautboys strike up a Lancashire Hornpipe.
Enter Esop in a gay foppish Dress, Long Peruke, &c. a gaudy Equipage of Pages and Footmen, all enter in an airy brisk Manner.
Esop. in an affected Tone to Euphronia.] Gad take my Soul, Ma'am, I hope I shall please you now——Gentlemen all, I'm your humble Servant. I'm going to be a very happy Man, you see. [To Euph.] When the Heat of the Ceremony's over, if your Ladyship pleases, Ma'am, I'll wait upon you to take the Air in the Park. Hey, Page; let there be a Coach and six Horses ready instantly. [Observing her Dress.]——I vow to Gad, Ma'am, I was so taken up with my good Fortune, I did not observe the extreme Fancy of your Ladyship's Wedding-Clothes——Infinitely pretty! as I hope to be sav'd; a World of Variety, and not at all gaudy.——[To Lear.] My dear Father-in-Law, embrace me.
Lear. Your Lordship does me too much Honour. [Aside.]——I shall be a great Man!
Esop. Come, Gentlemen, are all things ready? Where's the Priest?
Priest. Here, my noble Lord.