_Mons._ Well, let him do't, royally. _Mrs. Caut._ He will wrong you. _Mons._ Well, let him, I say; I have a mind to be wronged: what's that to you? I will be wronged, if you go there too, I vow and swear. _Mrs. Caut._ You shall not be wronged. _Mons._ I will. _Mrs. Caut._ You shall not. _Re-enter_ Don DIEGO. _Don._ What's the matter? won't she be ruled?--Come, come away; you shall not disturb 'em. [Don DIEGO _and_ Monsieur _try to thrust_ Mrs. CAUTION _out._ _Mrs. Caut._ D'ye see how they laugh at you both?--Well, go to; the troth-telling Trojan gentlewoman of old was ne'er believed till the town was taken, rummaged, and ransacked. Even, even so-- _Mons._ Ha! ha! ha! turn out--[_Exeunt_ Mrs. CAUTION _and_ Don DIEGO.]--Lord, that people should be such arrant cuddens![65] ha! ha! ha! But I may stay, may I not? _Hip._ No, no; I'd have you go out and hold the door, cousin; or else my father will come in again before his time. _Mons._ I will, I will then, sweet cousin.--'Tis well thought on; that was well thought on, indeed, for me to hold the door. _Hip._ But be sure you keep him out, cousin, till we knock. _Mons._ I warrant you, cousin.--Lord, that people should be made such fools of! Ha! ha! ha! [_Exit._ _Ger._ So, so:--to make him hold the door, while I steal his mistress, is not unpleasant. _Hip._ Ay, but would you do so ill a thing, so treacherous a thing? Faith 'tis not well. _Ger._ Faith, I can't help it, since 'tis for your sake.--Come, sweetest, is not this our way into the gallery? _Hip._ Yes; but it goes against my conscience to be accessory to so ill a thing.--You say you do it for my sake? _Ger._ Alas, poor miss! 'tis not against your conscience, but against your modesty, you think, to do it frankly. _Hip._ Nay, if it be against my modesty, too, I can't do it indeed. _Ger._ Come, come, miss, let us make haste:--all's ready. _Hip._ Nay, faith, I can't satisfy my scruple. _Ger._ Come, dearest, this is not a time for scruples nor modesty.--Modesty between lovers is as impertinent as ceremony between friends; and modesty is now as unseasonable as on the wedding night.--Come away, my dearest. _Hip._ Whither? _Ger._ Nay, sure we have lost too much time already. Is that a proper question now? If you would know, come along; for I have all ready. _Hip._ But I am not ready. _Ger._ Truly, miss, we shall have your father come in upon us, and prevent us again, as he did in the morning. _Hip._ 'Twas well for me he did:--for, on my conscience, if he had not come in, I had gone clear away with you when I was in the humour. _Ger._ Come, dearest, you would frighten me, as if you were not yet in the same humour.--Come, come away; the coach and six is ready. _Hip._ 'Tis too late to take the air, and I am not ready. _Ger._ You were ready in the morning. _Hip._ Ay, so I was. _Ger._ Come, come, miss:--indeed the jest begins to be none. _Hip._ What! I warrant you think me in jest then?