_Don._ What, you have done I hope now, friend, for good and all? _Ger._ Yes, yes; we have done for good and all indeed. _Don._ How now!--you seem to be out of humour, friend. _Ger._ Yes, so I am; I can't help it. _Mrs. Caut._ He's a dissembler in his very throat, brother. _Hip._ Pray do not carry things so as to discover yourself, if it be but for my sake, good master. [_Aside to_ GERRARD. _Ger._ She is grown impudent. [_Aside._ _Mrs. Caut._ See, see, they whisper, brother!--to steal a kiss under a whisper!--O the harlotry! _Don._ What's the matter, friend? _Hip._ I say, for my sake be in humour, and do not discover yourself, but be as patient as a dancing-master still. [_Aside to_ GERRARD. _Don._ What, she is whispering to him indeed! What's the matter? I will know it, friend, look you. _Ger._ Will you know it? _Don._ Yes, I will know it. _Ger._ Why, if you will know it then, she would not do as I would have her; and whispered me to desire me not to discover it to you. _Don._ What, hussy, would you not do as he'd have you? I'll make you do as he'd have you. _Ger._ I wish you would. _Mrs. Caut._ 'Tis a lie; she'll do all he'll have her do, and more too, to my knowledge. _Don._ Come, tell me what 'twas then she would not do--come, do it, hussy, or--Come, take her by the hand, friend. Come, begin:--let's see if she will not do anything now I'm here! _Hip._ Come, pray be in humour, master. _Ger._ I cannot dissemble like you. _Don._ What, she can't dissemble already, can she? _Mrs. Caut._ Yes, but she can: but 'tis with you she dissembles: for they are not fallen out, as we think. For I'll be sworn I saw her just now give him the languishing eye, as they call it, that is, the whiting's eye, of old called the sheep's eye:--I'll be sworn I saw it with these two eyes; that I did. _Hip._ You'll betray us; have a care, good master. [_Aside to_ GERRARD. _Don._ Hold your peace, I say, silly woman!--but does she dissemble already?--how do you mean? _Ger._ She pretends she can't do what she should do; and that she is not in humour.--The common excuse of women for not doing what they should do. _Don._ Come, I'll put her in humour.--Dance, I say.--Come, about with her, master. _Ger._ [_Aside._] I am in a pretty humour to dance.--[_To_ HIPPOLITA.] I cannot fool any longer, since you have fooled me. _Hip._ You would not be so ungenerous as to betray the woman that hated you! I do not do that yet. For Heaven's sake! for this once be more obedient to my desires than your passion. [_Aside to_ GERRARD. _Don._ What! is she humoursome still?--but methinks you look yourself as if you were in an ill-humour:--but about with her. _Ger._ I am in no good dancing humour, indeed. _Re-enter_ Monsieur. _Mons._ Well, how goes the dancing forward?--What, my aunt here to disturb 'em again? _Don._ Come! come! [GERRARD _leads her about._ _Mrs. Caut._ I say, stand off;--thou shall not come near. Avoid, Satan! as they say.