_Don._ Will you be wiser than I still? Mump me of my daughter! I would I could see any one mump me of my daughter. _Mrs. Caut._ And mump you of your mistress too, young Spaniard. _Mons._ Ha! ha! ha! will you be wiser than I too, _voto_? Mump me of my mistress! I would I could see any one mump me of my mistress.--[_Aside to_ GERRARD _and_ HIPPOLITA.] I am afraid this damned old aunt should discover us, I vow and swear: be careful therefore and resolute. _Mrs. Caut._ He! he does not go about his business like a dancing-master. He'll ne'er teach her to dance; but he'll teach her no goodness soon enough, I warrant.--He a dancing-master! _Mons._ Ay, the devil eat me if he be not the best dancing-master in England now!--[_Aside to_ GERRARD _and_ HIPPOLITA.] Was not that well said, cousin? was it not? for he's a gentleman dancing-master, you know. _Don._ You know him, cousin, very well? cousin, you sent him to my daughter? _Mons._ Yes, yes, uncle:--know him!--[_Aside._] We'll ne'er be discovered, I warrant, ha! ha! ha! _Mrs. Caut._ But will you be made a fool of too? _Mons._ Ay, ay, aunt, ne'er trouble yourself. _Don._ Come, friend, about your business; about with my daughter. _Hip._ Nay, pray, father, be pleased to go out a little, and let us practise awhile, and then you shall see me dance the whole dance to the violin. _Don._ Tittle tattle! more fooling still!--Did not you say, when your master was here last, I should see you dance to the violin when he came again? _Hip._ So I did, father: but let me practise a little first before, that I may be perfect. Besides, my aunt is here, and she will put me out; you know I cannot dance before her. _Don._ Fiddle faddle! _Mons._ [_Aside._] They're afraid to be discovered by Gerrard's bungling, I see.--[_Aloud._] Come, come, uncle turn out! let 'em practise. _Don._ I won't, _voto á St. Jago!_ what a fooling's here. _Mons._ Come, come, let 'em practise: turn out, turn out, uncle. _Don._ Why can't she practise it before me? _Mons._ Come, dancers and singers are sometimes humoursome; besides, 'twill be more grateful to you to see it danced all at once to the violin. Come, turn out, turn out, I say. _Don._ What a fooling's here still among you, _voto!_ _Mons._ So, there he is with you, _voto!_--Turn out, turn out; I vow and swear you shall turn out. [_Takes him by the shoulder._ _Don._ Well, shall I see her dance it to the violin at last? _Ger._ Yes, yes, sir; what do you think I teach her for? _Mons._ Go, go, turn out.--[_Exit_ Don DIEGO.] And you too, aunt. _Mrs. Caut._ Seriously, nephew, I shall not budge; royally, I shall not. _Mons._ Royally, you must, aunt: come. _Mrs. Caut._ Pray hear me, nephew. _Mons._ I will not hear you. _Mrs. Caut._ 'Tis for your sake I stay: I must not suffer you to be wronged. _Mons._ Come, no wheedling, aunt: come away. _Mrs. Caut._ That slippery fellow will do't. _Mons._ Let him do't. _Mrs. Caut._ Indeed he will do't; royally he will.