_Prue._ Indeed you may, your worship-- _Mons._ It cannot be. _Prue._ Insensible beast! he will not understand me yet; and one would think I speak plain enough. [_Aside._ _Mons._ Well, but, Prue, what art thou thinking of? _Prue._ Of the dream, whether it were a dream or no. _Mons._ 'Twas a dream, I warrant thee. _Prue._ Was it? I am hugeous glad it was a dream. _Mons._ Ay, ay, it was a dream: and I am hugeous glad it was a dream too. _Prue._ But now I have told your worship my door has neither lock nor latch to it, if you should be so naughty as to come one night, and prove the dream true--I am so afraid on't. _Mons._ Ne'er fear it:--dreams go by the contraries. _Prue._ Then, by that I should come into your worship's chamber, and come to bed to your worship.--Now am I as red as my petticoat again, I warrant. _Mons._ No, thou art no redder than a brick unburnt, Prue. _Prue._ But if I should do such a trick in my sleep, your worship would not censure a poor harmless maid, I hope?--for I am apt to walk in my sleep. _Mons._ Well, then, Prue, because thou shalt not shame thyself, poor wench, I'll be sure to lock my door every night fast. _Prue._ [_Aside._] So! so! this way I find will not do:--I must come roundly and downright to the business, like other women, or-- _Enter_ GERRARD. _Mons._ O, the dancing-master! _Prue._ Dear sir, I have something to say to you in your ear, which I am ashamed to speak aloud. _Mons._ Another time, another time, Prue. But now go call your mistress to her dancing-master. Go, go. _Prue._ Nay, pray hear me, sir, first. _Mons._ Another time, another time, Prue; prithee begone. _Prue._ Nay, I beseech your worship hear me. _Mons._ No; prithee begone. _Prue._ [_Aside._] Nay, I am e'en well enough served for not speaking my mind when I had an opportunity.--Well, I must be playing the modest woman, forsooth! a woman's hypocrisy in this case does only deceive herself. [_Exit._ _Mons._ O, the brave dancing master! the fine dancing-master! Your servant, your servant. _Ger._ Your servant sir: I protest I did not know you at first--[_Aside._] I am afraid this fool should spoil all, notwithstanding Hippolita's care and management; yet I ought to trust her:--but a secret is more safe with a treacherous knave than a talkative fool. _Mons._ Come, sir, you must know a little brother dancing-master of yours--walking master I should have said; for he teaches me to walk and make legs, by-the-bye. Pray, know him, sir; salute him, sir.--You Christian dancing-masters are so proud. _Ger._ But, monsieur, what strange metamorphosis is this? You look like a Spaniard, and talk like an Englishman again, which I thought had been impossible. _Mons._ Nothing impossible to love: I must do't, or lose my mistress, your pretty scholar; for 'tis I am to have her. You may remember I told you she was to be married to a great man, a man of honour and quality.