Don. But you shall help it, for I will not stir. Move her, I say.—Begin, hussy, move when he'll have you.
Prue. I cannot but laugh at that, ha! ha! ha! [Aside.
Ger. [Apart to Hippolita.] Come, then, madam, since it must be so, let us try; but I shall discover all.—One, two, and coupee.
Mrs. Caut. Nay, d'ye see how he squeezes her hand, brother! O the lewd villain!
Don. Come, move, I say, and mind her not.
Ger. One, two, three, four, and turn round.
Mrs. Caut. D'ye see again? he took her by the bare arm.
Don. Come, move on, she's mad.
Ger. One, two, and a coupee.