_Mons._ Pish! pish! you are a strange Spanish kind of an uncle, that you are.--A dishonourer of your daughter, because he kissed her hand! pray how could he honour her more? he kissed her hand, you see, while he was making his honour to her. _Don._ You are an unthinking, shallow French fop, _voto!_--But I tell you, sister, I have thought of it, and have found it out; he is no dancing-master, sister. Do you remember the whispering last night? I have found out the meaning of that too; and I tell you, sister, he's no dancing-master, I have found it out. _Mrs. Caut._ You found it out! marry come up, did not I tell you always he was no dancing-master? _Don._ You tell me! you silly woman, what then? what of that?--You tell me! d'ye think I heeded what you told me? but I tell you now I have found it out. _Mrs. Caut._ I say I found it out. _Don._ I say 'tis false, gossip, I found him out. _Mrs. Caut._ I say I found him out first, say you what you will. _Don._ Sister, mum, not such a word again, _guarda!_--You found him out! _Mrs. Caut._ I must submit, or dissemble like other prudent women, or--[_Aside._ _Don._ Come, come, sister, take it from me, he is no dancing-master. _Mrs. Caut._ O yes, he is a dancing-master. _Don._ What! will you be wiser than I every way?--remember the whispering, I say. _Mrs. Caut._ [_Aside._] So, he thinks I speak in earnest, then I'll fit him still.--[_To_ Don DIEGO.] But what do you talk of their whispering! they would not whisper any ill before us, sure. _Don._ Will you still be an idiot, a dolt, and see nothing? _Mons._ Lord! you'll be wiser than all the world, will you? are we not all against you? pshaw! pshaw! I ne'er saw such a _donissimo_ as you are, I vow and swear. _Don._ No, sister, he's no dancing-master; for now I think on't too, he could not play upon the fiddle. _Mrs. Caut._ Pish! pish! what dancing-master can play upon a fiddle without strings? _Don._ Again, I tell you he broke them on purpose, because he could not play; I have found it out now, sister. _Mrs. Caut._ Nay, you see farther than I, brother. [GERRARD _offers to lead her out._ _Hip._ For Heaven's sake stir not yet. [_Aside to_ GERRARD. _Don._ Besides, if you remember, they were perpetually putting me out of the room; that was, sister, because they had a mind to be alone, I have found that out too:--now, sister, look you, he is no dancing-master. _Mrs. Caut._ But has he not given her a lesson often before you? _Don._ Ay, but sister, he did not go about his business like a dancing-master; but go, go down to the door, somebody rings. [_Exit_ Mrs. CAUTION. _Mons._ I vow and swear, uncle, he is a dancing-master; pray be appeased.--Lord! d'ye think I'd tell you a lie? _Don._ If it prove to be a lie, and you do not confess it, though you are my next heir after my daughter, I will disown thee as much as I do her, for thy folly and treachery to thyself, as well as me.--You may have her, but never my estate, look you.