Enter Don Diego in a Spanish habit, and Mrs. Caution.
Don. Have you had a Spanish care of the honour of my family? that is to say, have you kept my daughter close in my absence, as I directed?
Mrs. Caut. I have sir, but it was as much as I could do.
Don. I knew that; for 'twas as much as I could do to keep up her mother;—I that have been in Spain, look you.
Mrs. Caut. Nay 'tis a hard task to keep up an Englishwoman.
Don. As hard as it is for those who are not kept up to be honest, look you, con licencia, sister.
Mrs. Caut. How now, brother! I am sure my husband never kept me up.
Don. I knew that, therefore I cried con licencia, sister, as the Spaniards have it.
Mrs. Caut. But you Spaniards are too censorious, brother.
Don. You Englishwomen, sister, give us too much cause, look you;—but you are sure my daughter has not seen a man since my departure?