Mrs. Caut. O, sure, it is not a man! it cannot be a man! [Puts on her spectacles.
Don. It cannot be a man! if he be not a man, he's a devil. He has her lovingly by the hand too, valgame el cielo!
Hip. Do not seem to mind them, but dance on, or lead me about still.
Ger. What d'ye mean by it? [Apart to Hippolita.
Don. Hey, they are frolic, a-dancing!
Mrs. Caut. Indeed, they are dancing, I think.—Why, niece!
Don. Nay, hold a little: I'll make 'em dance in the devil's name; but it shall not be la gallarda. [Draws his sword.
Mrs. Caut. O niece! why niece! [Mrs. Caution holds him.
Ger. Do you hear her? what do you mean? [Apart to Hippolita.
Hip. Take no notice of them; but walk about still, and sing a little, sing a corant.