_Don._ Well, well, let her whisper before me as much as she will to-night, since she is to be married to-morrow;--especially since her husband (that shall be) stands by consenting too. _Mons._ Ay, ay, let 'em whisper, as you say, as much as they will before we marry.--[_Aside._] She's making more sport with him, I warrant.--But I wonder how people can be fooled so.--Ha! ha! ha! _Don._ Well, a penny for the secret, daughter. _Hip._ Indeed, father, you shall have it for nothing to-morrow. _Don._ Well, friend, you will not fail to come? _Ger._ No, no, sir.--[_Aside._] Yet I am a fool if I do. _Don._ And be sure you bring the fiddlers with you, as I bid you. _Hip._ Yes, be sure you bring the fiddlers with you, as I bid you. _Mrs. Caut._ So, so: he'll fiddle your daughter out of the house.--Must you have fiddles, with a fiddle faddle? _Mons._ Lord! that people should be made such fools of! Ha! ha! [_Aside._ [_Exeunt_ Don DIEGO, HIPPOLITA, Monsieur, Mrs. CAUTION, _and_ PRUE. _Ger_. Fortune we sooner may than woman trust: To her confiding gallant she is just; But falser woman only him deceives, Who to her tongue and eyes most credit gives. [_Exit._ ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I.--_A Room in_ Don DIEGO'S _House._ _Enter_ Monsieur de PARIS _and the_ Black, _stalking over the stage; to them_ GERRARD. _Mons._ Good morrow to thee, noble dancing-master:--ha! ha! ha! your little black brother here, my master, I see, is the more diligent man of the two. But why do you come so late?--What! you begin to neglect your scholar, do you?--Little black master, _con licencia_, pray get you out of the room.--[_Exit_ Black.] What! out of humour, man! a dancing-master should be like his fiddle, always in tune. Come, my cousin has made an ass of thee; what then? I know it. _Ger._ Does he know it! [_Aside._ _Mons._ But prithee don't be angry: 'twas agreed upon betwixt us, before I sent you, to make a fool of thee;--ha! ha! ha! ha! _Ger._ Was it so? _Mons._ I knew you would be apt to entertain vain hopes from the summons of a lady: but, faith, the design was but to make a fool of thee, as you find. _Ger._ 'Tis very well. _Mons._ But indeed I did not think the jest would have lasted so long, and that my cousin would have made a dancing-master of you, ha! ha! ha! _Ger._ The fool has reason, I find, and I am the coxcomb while I thought him so. [_Aside_. _Mons._ Come, I see you are uneasy, and the jest of being a dancing-master grows tedious to you:--but have a little patience; the parson is sent for, and when once my cousin and I are married, my uncle may know who you are. _Ger._ I am certainly abused. [_Aside._ _Mons._ [_Listening._] What do you say? _Ger._ Merely fooled! [_Aside._ _Mons._ Why do you doubt it? ha! ha! ha! _Ger._ Can it be? [_Aside._