_Don._ Get you out, Mrs. Impertinence.--[_To_ GERRARD.] Take her by the hand, I say. _Mrs. Caut._ Stand off, I say. He shall not touch her, he has touched her too much already. _Don._ If patience were not a Spanish virtue, I would lay it aside now: I say, let 'em dance. _Mrs. Caut._ I say, they shall not dance. _Hip._ Pray, father, since you see my aunt's obstinacy, let us alone till anon, when you may keep her out. _Don._ Well then, friend, do not fail to come. _Hip._ Nay, if he fail me at last-- _Don._ Be sure you come, for she's to be married to-morrow:--do you know it? _Ger._ Yes, yes, sir.--Sweet scholar, your humble servant, till night; and think in the mean time of the instructions I have given you, that you may be the readier when I come. _Don._ Ay, girl, be sure you do,--and do you be sure to come. _Mrs. Caut._ You need not be so concerned, he'll be sure to come I warrant you; but if I could help it, he should never set foot again in the house. _Don._ You would frighten the poor dancing-master from the house,--but be sure you come for all her. _Ger._ Yes, sir.--[_Aside._] But this jade will pay me when I am gone. _Mrs. Caut._ Hold, hold, sir, I must let you out, and I wish I could keep you out. He a dancing-master! he's a chouse, a cheat, a mere cheat, and that you'll find. _Don._ I find any man a cheat! I cheated by any man! I scorn your words.--I that have so much Spanish care, circumspection, and prudence, cheated by a man! Do you think I, who have been in Spain, look you, and have kept up my daughter a twelve month, for fear of being cheated of her, look you? I cheated of her! _Mrs. Caut._ Well, say no more. [_Exeunt_ Don DIEGO, HIPPOLITA, Mrs. CAUTION, _and_ PRUE. _Ger._ Well, old Formality, if you had not kept up your daughter, I am sure I had never cheated you of her. The wary fool is by his care betrayed, As cuckolds by their jealousy are made. [_Exit._ ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I.--_A Room in_ Don DIEGO'S _House._ _Enter_ Monsieur de PARIS _without a peruke, with a Spanish hat, a Spanish doublet, stockings, and shoes, but in pantaloons, a waist-belt, and a Spanish dagger in it, and a cravat about his neck._--HIPPOLITA _and_ PRUE _behind laughing._ _Mons._ To see wat a fool love do make of one, _jarni!_ It do metamorphose de brave man in de beast, de sot, de animal. _Hip._ Ha! ha! ha! _Mons._ Nay, you may laugh, 'tis ver vell, I am become as ridicule for you as can be, _morbleu!_ I have deform myself into a ugly Spaniard. _Hip._ Why, do you call this disguising yourself like a Spaniard, while you wear pantaloons still, and the cravat? _Mons._ But is here not the double doublet, and the Spanish dagger _aussi_? _Hip._ But 'tis as long as the French sword, and worn like it. But where's your Spanish beard, the thing of most consequence?