Don. Come, one, two, and turn out your toes.
Mrs. Caut. There, there, he pinched her by the thigh: will you suffer it?
Ger. One, two, three, and fall back.
Don. Fall back, fall back, back; some of you are forward enough to back.
Ger. Back, madam.
Don. Fall back, when he bids you, hussy.
Mrs. Caut. How! how! fall back, fall back! marry, but she shall not fall back when he bids her.
Don. I say she shall.—Huswife, come.
Ger. She will, she will, I warrant you, sir, if you won't be angry with her.
Mrs. Caut. Do you know what he means by that now? You a Spaniard!