Don. Well, honest friend, you are very punctual, which is a rare virtue in a dancing-master; I take notice of it, and will remember it; I will, look you.
Mons. So, silly, damned, politic Spanish uncle!—ha! ha! ha! [Aside.
Ger. My fine scholar, sir, there, shall never have reason, as I have told you, sir, to say I am not a punctual man; for I am more her servant than to any scholar I ever had.
Mons. Well said, i'faith!—[Aside.] Thou dost make a pretty fool of him, I vow and swear. But I wonder people can be made such fools of:—ha! ha! ha!
Hip. Well, master, I thank you; and I hope I shall be a grateful, kind scholar to you.
Mons. Ha! ha! ha! cunning little jilt, what a fool she makes of him too! I wonder people can be made such fools of, I vow and swear:—ha! ha! ha! [Aside.
Hip. Indeed, it shall go hard but I'll be a grateful, kind scholar to you.
Mrs. Caut. As kind as ever your mother was to your father, I warrant.
Don. How! again with your senseless suspicions.
Mons. Pish! pish! aunt—[Aside.] Ha! ha! ha! she's a fool another way: she thinks she loves him, ha! ha! ha! Lord! that people should be such fools!