Mrs. Caut. Look you there, she squeezes his hand hard again.
Hip. Indeed, and indeed, father, my aunt puts me quite out: I cannot dance while she looks on for my heart, she makes me ashamed and afraid together.
Ger. Indeed, if you would please to take her out, sir, I am sure I should make my scholar do better, than when you are present, sir. Pray, sir, be pleased for this time to take her away; for the next time, I hope I shall order it so, we shall trouble neither of you.
Mrs. Caut. No, no, brother, stir not, they have a mind to be left alone. Come, there's a beastly trick in't; he's no dancing-master, I tell you.
Ger. Damned jade! she'll discover us. [Aside to Hippolita.
Don. What, will you teach me? nay, then I will go out, and you shall go out too, look you.
Mrs. Caut. I will not go out, look you.
Don. Come, come, thou art a censorious wicked woman, and you shall disturb them no longer.
Mrs. Caut. What! will you bawd for your daughter?
Don. Ay, ay; come go out, out, out.