_Don._ She ought to bestir her, as you say, indeed. Wuh, daughter! daughter! Prue! Hippolita! come away, child, why do you stay so long? [_Calls at the door._ _Re-enter_ HIPPOLITA, PRUE, _and_ Mrs. CAUTION. _Hip._ Your servant, master; indeed I am ashamed you have stayed for me. _Ger._ O, good madam, 'tis my duty; I know you came as soon as you could. _Hip._ I knew my father was with you, therefore I did not make altogether so much haste as I might; but if you had been alone, nothing should have kept me from you. I would not have been so rude as to have made you stay a minute for me, I warrant you. _Don._ Come, fiddle faddle, what a deal of ceremony there is betwixt your dancing-master and you, _cuerno!_-- _Hip._ Lord, sir! I hope you'll allow me to show my respect to my master, for I have a great respect for my master. _Ger._ And I am very proud of my scholar, and am a very great honourer of my scholar. _Don._ Come, come, friend, about your business, and honour the king.--[_To_ Mrs. CAUTION.] Your dancing-masters and barbers are such finical, smooth-tongued, tattling fellows; and if you set 'em once a-talking, they'll ne'er a-done, no more than when you set 'em a-fiddling: indeed, all that deal with fiddles are given to impertinency. _Mrs. Caut._ Well, well, this is an impertinent fellow, without being a dancing-master. He is no more a dancing-master than I am a maid. _Don._ What! will you still be wiser than I? _voto!_--Come, come, about with my daughter, man. _Prue._ So he would, I warrant you, if your worship would let him alone. _Don._ How now, Mrs. Nimblechaps! _Ger._ Well, though I have got a little canting at the dancing-school since I was here, yet I do all so bunglingly, he'll discover me. [_Aside to_ HIPPOLITA. _Hip._ [_Aside._] Try.--[_Aloud._] Come take my hand, master. _Mrs. Caut._ Look you, brother, the impudent harlotry gives him her hand. _Don._ Can he dance with her without holding her by the hand? _Hip._ Here, take my hand, master. _Ger._ I wish it were for good and all. [_Aside to her._ _Hip._ You dancing-masters are always so hasty, so nimble. _Don. Voto á St. Jago!_ not that I see; about with her, man. _Ger._ Indeed, sir, I cannot about with her as I would do, unless you will please to go out a little, sir; for I see she is bashful still before you, sir. _Don._ Hey, hey, more fooling yet! come, come, about, about with her. _Hip._ Nay, indeed, father, I am ashamed, and cannot help it. _Don._ But you shall help it, for I will not stir. Move her, I say.--Begin, hussy, move when he'll have you. _Prue._ I cannot but laugh at that, ha! ha! ha! [_Aside._ _Ger._ [_Apart to_ HIPPOLITA.] Come, then, madam, since it must be so, let us try; but I shall discover all.--One, two, and coupee. _Mrs. Caut._ Nay, d'ye see how he squeezes her hand, brother! O the lewd villain! _Don._ Come, move, I say, and mind her not. _Ger._ One, two, three, four, and turn round.