Hip. Indeed, I can't help it, father.
Don. Come, come, I say, go to't.
Hip. Indeed I can't, father, before you: 'tis my first lesson, and I shall do it so ill.—Pray, good father, go into the next room for this once; and the next time my master comes, you shall see I shall be confident enough.
Don. Poor, foolish, innocent creature!—Well, well, I will, child. Who but a Spanish kind of a father could have so innocent a daughter in England?—Well, I would fain see any one steal or debauch my daughter from me.
Hip. Nay, won't you go, father?
Don. Yes, yes, I go, child: we will all go but your maid.—You can dance before your maid?
Hip. Yes, yes, father: a maid at most times with her mistress is nobody. [Exeunt Diego and Mrs. Caution.
Ger. He peeps yet at the door.
Hip. Nay, father, you peep; indeed you must not see me. When we have done, you shall come in. [She pulls the door to.
Prue. Indeed, little mistress, like the young kitten, you see you played with your prey till you had almost lost it.