_Don._ Poor innocent!--Well, I am contented you should learn to dance, since, for aught I know, you shall be married to-morrow, or the next day at farthest: by that time you may recover a corant--a saraband I would say.[59] And since your cousin, too, will have a dancing wife, it shall be so; and I'll see you dance myself. You shall be my charge these two days, and then I dare venture you in the hand of any dancing-master, even a saucy French dancing-master, look you. _Mrs. Caut._ Well, have a care, though; for this man is not dressed like a dancing master. _Don._ Go, go, you dote; are they not (for the most part) better dressed and prouder than many a good gentleman? you would be wiser than I, would you, _cuerno_? _Mrs. Caut._ Well, I say only, look to't, look to't. _Don._ Hey, hey! Come, friend, to your business; teach her her lesson over again; let's see. _Hip._ Come, master. _Don._ Come, come, let's see your English method; I understand something of dancing myself--come. _Hip._ Come, master. _Ger._ I shall betray you yet, dearest miss; for I know not a step: I could never dance. [_Apart to_ HIPPOLITA. _Hip._ No! _Don._ Come, come, child. _Hip._ Indeed I'm ashamed, father. _Don._ You must not be ashamed, child; you'll never dance well if you are ashamed. _Hip._ Indeed, I can't help it, father. _Don._ Come, come, I say, go to't. _Hip._ Indeed I can't, father, before you: 'tis my first lesson, and I shall do it so ill.--Pray, good father, go into the next room for this once; and the next time my master comes, you shall see I shall be confident enough. _Don._ Poor, foolish, innocent creature!--Well, well, I will, child. Who but a Spanish kind of a father could have so innocent a daughter in England?--Well, I would fain see any one steal or debauch my daughter from me. _Hip._ Nay, won't you go, father? _Don._ Yes, yes, I go, child: we will all go but your maid.--You can dance before your maid? _Hip._ Yes, yes, father: a maid at most times with her mistress is nobody. [_Exeunt_ DIEGO _and_ Mrs. CAUTION. _Ger._ He peeps yet at the door. _Hip._ Nay, father, you peep; indeed you must not see me. When we have done, you shall come in. [_She pulls the door to._ _Prue._ Indeed, little mistress, like the young kitten, you see you played with your prey till you had almost lost it. _Hip._ 'Tis true, a good old mouser like you had taken it up, and run away with it presently. _Ger._ Let me adore you, dearest miss, and give you--[_Going to embrace her._ _Hip._ No, no embracing, good master! that ought to be the last lesson you are to teach me, I have heard. _Ger._ Though an aftergame be the more tedious and dangerous, 'tis won, miss, with the more honour and pleasure: for all that, I repent we were put to't. The coming in of your father, as he did, was the most unlucky thing that ever befel me. _Hip._ What then, you think I would have gone with you?