Ger. Faith; we shall be discovered after all; you know I cannot sing a note, miss. [Aside to Hippolita.
Don. Come, come, man.
Hip. Indeed, father, my master's in haste now; pray let it alone till anon at night, when, you say, he is to come again, and then you shall see me dance it to the violin; pray stay till then, father.
Don. I will not be put off so; come, begin.
Hip. Pray, father.
Don. Come, sing to her; come, begin.
Ger. Pray, sir, excuse me till anon, I am in some haste.
Don. I say, begin, I will not excuse you: come, take her by the hand, and about with her.
Mrs. Caut. I say, he shall not take her by the hand, he shall touch her no more; while I am here, there shall be no more squeezing and tickling her palm. Good Mr. Dancing-master, stand off. [Thrusts Gerrard away.
Don. Get you out, Mrs. Impertinence.—[To Gerrard.] Take her by the hand, I say.