_Dor._ Your Daughter! Yes, your Daughter, and myself into the Bargain: A Woman's but a Woman; and I'll lay a hundred Pound on Nature's side. Come, Sir, few Words dispatch Business. Let who will be the Wife of _Esop_, she's a Fool, or he's a Cuckold. But you'll never have a true Notion of this Matter, till you suppose yourself in your Daughter's Place. As thus: You are a pretty, soft, warm, wishing young Lady: I'm a straight, proper, handsome, vigorous, young Fellow. You have a peevish, positive, covetous, old Father, and he forces you to marry a little, lean, crooked, dry, sapless Husband. This Husband's gone abroad, you are left at home. I make you a Visit; find you all alone: the Servant pulls to the Door; the Devil comes in at the Window. I begin to wheedle, you begin to melt: you like my Person, and therefore believe all I say: so first I make you an Atheist, and then I make you a Whore. Thus the World goes, Sir. _Lear._ Pernicious Pestilence! Has not thy eternal Tongue run down its Larum yet? _Dor._ Yes. _Lear._ Then go out of my House, Abomination. _Dor._ I'll not stir a Foot. _Lear._ Who waits there? Bring me my great Stick. _Dor._ Bring you a Stick! Bring you a Head-piece: That you'd call for, if you knew your own wants. _Lear._ Death and Furies, the Devil and so forth! I shall run distracted. _Euph._ Pray, Sir, don't be so angry at her. I'm sure she means well, tho' she may have an odd way of expressing herself. _Lear._ What, you like her meaning? Who doubts it, Offspring of _Venus_? But I'll make you stay your Stomach with Meat of my chusing, you liquorish young Baggage you. In a Word, _Esop_'s the Man; and to-morrow he shall be your Lord and Master. But since he can't be satisfied unless he has your Heart, as well as all the rest of your Trumpery, let me see you receive him in such a Manner that he may think himself your Choice as well as mine; 'twill make him esteem your Judgment: For we usually guess at other People's Understandings, by their approving our Actions and liking our Faces. See here, the great Man comes! [_To ~Dor~._] Follow me, Insolence; and leave 'em to express their Passion to each other. [_To ~Euph~._] Remember my last Word to you is, Obey. _Dor._ [_To ~Euph.~ aside._] And remember my last Advice to you is, Rebel. [_Exit ~Lear.~ ~Dor.~ following him._ _Euph._ Alas, I'm good-natured; the last Thing that's said to me usually leaves the deepest Impression. _Enter ~Esop~; they stand some Time without speaking._