As they are going out, Prue runs hastily to them.
Prue. O miss, miss! your father, it seems, is just now arrived, and is here coming in upon you.
Hip. My father.
Enter Don Diego and Mrs. Caution.
Don. My daughter and a man!
Mrs. Caut. A man! a man in the house!
Ger. Ha! what mean these?—a Spaniard!
Hip. What shall I do? Stay—Nay, pray stir not from me; but lead me about, as if you led me a corant.[58] [Leads her about.
Don. Is this your government, sister? and this your innocent charge, that hath not seen the face of a man this twelvemonth? en hora mala!