Hip. [Aside.] Try.—[Aloud.] Come take my hand, master.
Mrs. Caut. Look you, brother, the impudent harlotry gives him her hand.
Don. Can he dance with her without holding her by the hand?
Hip. Here, take my hand, master.
Ger. I wish it were for good and all. [Aside to her.
Hip. You dancing-masters are always so hasty, so nimble.
Don. Voto á St. Jago! not that I see; about with her, man.
Ger. Indeed, sir, I cannot about with her as I would do, unless you will please to go out a little, sir; for I see she is bashful still before you, sir.
Don. Hey, hey, more fooling yet! come, come, about, about with her.
Hip. Nay, indeed, father, I am ashamed, and cannot help it.