Esop. Most Reverend——will you please to say Grace that I may fall to, for I am very hungry, and here's very good Meat. But where's my Rival all this while? The least we can do, is to invite him to the Wedding.
Lear. My Lord, he's in Prison.
Esop. In Prison! How so?
Lear. He wou'd have murder'd me.
Esop. A bloody Fellow! But let's see him, however. Send for him quickly. Ha! Governor——that handsome Daughter of yours, I will so mumble her——
Lear. I shall be a great Man!
Enter Oronces pinion'd and guarded.
Esop. O ho, here's my Rival! Then we have all we want. Advance, Sir, if you please. I desire you'll do me the Favour to be a Witness to my Marriage, lest one of these Days you shou'd take a fancy to dispute my Wife with me.
Oron. Do you then send for me to insult me? 'Tis base in you.