Mrs. Caut. You need not be so concerned, he'll be sure to come I warrant you; but if I could help it, he should never set foot again in the house.
Don. You would frighten the poor dancing-master from the house,—but be sure you come for all her.
Ger. Yes, sir.—[Aside.] But this jade will pay me when I am gone.
Mrs. Caut. Hold, hold, sir, I must let you out, and I wish I could keep you out. He a dancing-master! he's a chouse, a cheat, a mere cheat, and that you'll find.
Don. I find any man a cheat! I cheated by any man! I scorn your words.—I that have so much Spanish care, circumspection, and prudence, cheated by a man! Do you think I, who have been in Spain, look you, and have kept up my daughter a twelve month, for fear of being cheated of her, look you? I cheated of her!
Mrs. Caut. Well, say no more. [Exeunt Don Diego, Hippolita, Mrs. Caution, and Prue.
Ger. Well, old Formality, if you had not kept up your daughter, I am sure I had never cheated you of her.
The wary fool is by his care betrayed,
As cuckolds by their jealousy are made.
[Exit.