_Don._ Off, off, off with it, I say! Come, refuse the _ornamento_ principal of the Spanish habit! [_Takes him by the cravat, pulls it off, and the_ Black _puts on the golilla._ _Mons._ Will you have no mercy, no pity? alas! alas! alas! Oh! I had rather put on the English pillory, than that Spanish _golilla_, for 'twill be all a case I'm sure: for when I go abroad, I shall soon have a crowd of boys about me, peppering me with rotten eggs and turnips. _Hélas! hélas!_ [Don DIEGO _puts on the golilla._ _Don. Hélas_, again! _Mons._ Alas! alas! alas! _Hip._ I shall die! } } Ha! ha! ha! _Prue._ I shall burst! } _Mons._ Ay! ay! you see what I am come to for your sake, cousin: and, uncle, pray take notice how ridiculous I am grown to my cousin, that loves me above all the world: she can no more forbear laughing at me, I vow and swear, than if I were as arrant a Spaniard as yourself. _Don._ Be a Spaniard like me, and ne'er think people laugh at you: there was never a Spaniard that thought any one laughed at him. But what! do you laugh at a _golilla_, baggage? Come, sirrah black, now do you teach him to walk with the _verdadero gesto, gracia,_ and _gravidad_ of a true Castilian. _Mons._ Must I have my dancing-master too?--Come, little master, then, lead on. [_The_ Black _struts about the stage,_ Monsieur _follows him, imitating awkwardly all he does._ _Don. Malo! malo!_ with your hat on your poll, as it it hung upon a pin!--the French and English wear their hats as if their horns would not suffer 'em to come over their foreheads, _voto!_ _Mons._ 'Tis true, there are some well-bred gentlemen have so much reverence for their peruke, that they would refuse to be grandees of your Spain for fear of putting on their hats, I vow and swear! _Don._ Come, black, teach him now to make a Spanish leg.[63] _Mons._ Ha! ha! ha! your Spanish leg is an English courtesy, I vow and swear, hah! hah! hah! _Don._ Well, the hood does not make the monk; the ass was an ass still, though he had the lion's skin on. This will be a light French fool, in spite of the grave Spanish habit, look you.--But, black, do what you can; make the most of him; walk him about. _Prue._ Here are the people, sir, you sent to speak about provisions for the wedding; and here are clothes brought home too, mistress. [_Goes to the door and returns._ _Don._ Well, I come.--Black, do what you can with him; walk him about. _Mons._ Indeed, uncle, if I were as you, I would not have the grave Spanish habit so travestied: I shall disgrace it, and my little black master too, I vow and swear. _Don._ Learn, learn of him; improve yourself by him--and do you walk him, walk him about soundly.--Come, sister, and daughter, I must have your judgments, though I shall not need 'em, look you.--Walk him, see you walk him. [_Exeunt_ Don DIEGO, HIPPOLITA, _and_ Mrs. CAUTION.