Don. Come, have you done?
Hip. O, my father again!
Don. Come, now let us see you dance.
Hip. Indeed I am not perfect yet: pray excuse me till the next time my master comes. But when must he come again, father?
Don. Let me see—friend, you must needs come after dinner again, and then at night again, and so three times to-morrow too. If she be not married to-morrow, (which I am to consider of,) she will dance a corant in twice or thrice teaching more; will she not? for 'tis but a twelvemonth since she came from Hackney-school.
Ger. We will lose no time, I warrant you, sir, if she be to be married to-morrow.
Don. True, I think she may be married to-morrow; therefore, I would not have you lose any time, look you.
Ger. You need not caution me, I warrant you, sir.—Sweet scholar, your humble servant: I will not fail you immediately after dinner.
Don. No, no, pray do not; and I will not fail to satisfy you very well, look you.
Hip. He does not doubt his reward, father, for his pains. If you should not, I would make that good to him.