_Mons._ Nay then, by your own Spanish rules of honour (though he be my rival), I must help him; [_Draws his sword._] since I brought him into danger.--[_Aside._] Sure he will not show his valour upon his nephew and son-in-law, otherwise I should be afraid of showing mine.--Here, Mr. Gerrard, go in here, nay, you shall go in, Mr. Gerrard, I'll secure you all; and, parson, do you go in too with 'em, for I see you are afraid of a sword and the other world, though you talk of it so familiarly, and make it so fine a place. [_Opens a door, and thrusts_ GERRARD, HIPPOLITA, Parson, _and_ PRUE _in, then shuts it, and guards it with his sword._ _Don. Tu quoque, Brute!_ _Mons._ Nay, now, uncle, you must understand reason.--What, you are not only a Don, but you are a Don Quixote too, I vow and swear! _Don._ Thou spot, sploach[66] of my family and blood! I will have his blood, look you. _Mons._ Pray, good Spanish uncle, have but patience to hear me. Suppose--I say, suppose he had done, done, done the feat to your daughter. _Don._ How! done the feat! done the feat: done the feat! _en hora mala!_ _Mons._ I say, suppose, suppose-- _Don._ Suppose! _Mons._ I say, suppose he had, for I do but suppose it; well, I am ready to marry her, however. Now marriage is as good a solder for cracked female honour as blood; and can't you suffer the shame but for a quarter of an hour, till the parson has married us? and then if there be any shame, it becomes mine; for here in England, the father has nothing to do with the daughter's business, honour, what d'ye call't, when once she's married, d'ye see. _Don._ England! what d'ye tell me of England? I'll be a Spaniard still, _voto á mi honra!_ and I will be revenged.--Pedro! Juan! Sanchez! [_Calls at the door._ _Re-enter_ Mrs. CAUTION, _followed by_ FLIRT _and_ FLOUNCE, _in vizard masks._ _Mrs. Caut._ What's the matter, brother? _Don._ Pedro! Sanchez! Juan!--but who are these, sister? are they not men in women's clothes? what make they here? _Mrs. Caut._ They are relations, they say, of my cousin's, who pressed in when I let in the parson; they say my cousin invited 'em to his wedding. _Mons._ Two of my relations!--[_Aside._] Ha! they are my cousins indeed of the other night; a pox take 'em!--but that's no curse for 'em; a plague take 'em then!--but how came they here? _Don._ [_Aside._] Now must I have witnesses too of the dishonour of my family; it were Spanish prudence to despatch 'em away out of the house, before I begin my revenge. [_To_ FLIRT _and_ FLOUNCE.] What are you? what make you here? who would you speak with? _Flirt._ With monsieur. _Don._ Here he is. _Mons._ Now will these jades discredit me, and spoil my match just in the coupling minute. [_Aside._ _Don._ Do you know 'em?