Mrs. Caut. Nay, pray refer it, cousin, pray do.
Mons. Non, non, your servant, your servant, aunt.
Don. But, pray, be not so positive. Come hither, daughter, tell me which is best.
Hip. Indeed, father, you have kept me in universal ignorance, I know nothing.
Mons. And do you tink I shall refer an affair of that consequence to a poor young ting who have not seen the vorld, da? I am wiser than so, voto!
Don. Well, in short, if you will not be wiser, and leave off your French dress, stammering, and tricks, look you, you shall be a fool, and go without my daughter, voto!
Mons. How! must I leave off my jantee French accoutrements, and speak base Englis too, or not marry my cousin, mon oncle Don Diego? Do not break off the match, do not; for know, I will not leave off my pantaloon and French pronuntiation for ne'er a cousin in England't, da.
Don. I tell you again, he that marries my daughter shall at least look like a wise man, for he shall wear the Spanish habit; I am a Spanish positivo.
Mons. Ver vel! ver vel! and I am a French positivo.