English drama (Comedy); English drama -- 17th century
_Don._ Nay, then we shall have it:--nephew, hold her a little, that she
may not disturb 'em.--Come, now away with her.
_Ger._ One, two, and a coupee.--[_Aside._] Fooled and abused--
_Mrs. Caut._ Wilt thou lay violent hands upon thy own natural aunt,
wretch? [_To_ Monsieur.
_Don._ Come, about with her.
_Ger._ One, two, three, four, and turn round--[_Aside._] by such a
piece of innocency!
_Mrs. Caut._ Dost thou see, fool, how he squeezes her hand? [_To_
Monsieur.
_Mons._ That won't do, aunt.
_Hip._ Pray, master, have patience, and let's mind our business.
_Don._ Why did you anger him then, hussy, look you?
_Mrs. Caut._ Do you see how she smiles in his face, and squeezes his
hand now? [_To_ Monsieur.
_Mons._ Your servant, aunt.--That won't do, I say.
_Hip._ Have patience, master.
_Ger._ [_Aside._] I am become her sport!--[_Aloud._] One, two,
three--Death! hell! and the devil!
_Don._ Ay, they are three indeed!--But pray have patience.
_Mrs. Caut._ Do you see how she leers upon him, and clings to him? Can
you suffer it? [_To_ Monsieur.
_Mons._ Ay, ay.
_Ger._ One, two, three, and a slur.--Can you be so unconcerned after
all?
_Don._ What! is she unconcerned?--Hussy, mind your business.
_Ger._ One, two, three, and turn round;--one, two, fall back--hell and
damnation!
_Don._ Ay, people fall back indeed into hell and damnation, Heaven
knows!
_Ger._ One, two, three, and your honour.--I can fool no longer!
_Mrs. Caut._ Nor will I be withheld any longer, like a poor hen in her
pen, while the kite is carrying away her chicken before her face.
_Don._ What, have you done?--Well then, let's see her dance it now to
the violin.
_Mons._ Ay, ay, let's see her dance it to the violin.
_Ger._ Another time, another time.
_Don._ Don't you believe that, friend:--these dancing-masters make no
bones of breaking their words. Did not you promise just now, I should
see her dance it to the violin? and that I will too, before I stir.
_Ger._ Let monsieur play then while I dance with her--she can't dance
alone.
_Mons._ I can't play at all; I'm but a learner:--but if you'll play,
I'll dance with her.
_Ger._ I can't play neither.
_Don._ What! a dancing-master, and not play!
_Mrs. Caut._ Ay, you see what a dancing-master he is. 'Tis as I told
you, I warrant.--A dancing-master, and not play upon the fiddle!
_Don._ How!
_Hip._ O you have betrayed us all! If you confess that, you undo us for
ever. [_Apart to_ GERRARD.
_Ger._ I cannot play;--what would you have me say? [_Apart to_
HIPPOLITA.
_Mons._ I vow and swear we are all undone if you cannot play. [_Apart
to_ GERRARD.
_Don._ What! are you a dancing-master, and cannot play? Umph--
_Hip._ He is only out of humour, sir.--Here, master, I know you will
play for me yet;--for he has an excellent hand. [_She offers_ GERRARD
_the violin._
_Mons._ Ay, that he has.--[_Aside._] At giving a box on the ear.
_Don._ Why does he not play, then?
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