Prue. Here's the dancing-master, shall I call my mistress, sir?
Don. Yes.—[Exit Prue.] O, you are as punctual as a Spaniard: I love your punctual men; nay, I think 'tis before your time something.
Ger. Nay, I am resolved your daughter, sir, shall lose no time by my fault.
Don. So, so, 'tis well.
Ger. I were a very unworthy man, if I should not be punctual with her, sir.
Don. You speak honestly, very honestly, friend; and I believe a very honest man, though a dancing-master.
Ger. I am very glad you think me so, sir.
Don. What, you are but a young man, are you married yet?
Ger. No, sir; but I hope I shall, sir, very suddenly, if things hit right.