Re-enter Don Diego.
Don. What's the matter? won't she be ruled?—Come, come away; you shall not disturb 'em. [Don Diego and Monsieur try to thrust Mrs. Caution out.
Mrs. Caut. D'ye see how they laugh at you both?—Well, go to; the troth-telling Trojan gentlewoman of old was ne'er believed till the town was taken, rummaged, and ransacked. Even, even so—
Mons. Ha! ha! ha! turn out—[Exeunt Mrs. Caution and Don Diego.]—Lord, that people should be such arrant cuddens![65] ha! ha! ha! But I may stay, may I not?
Hip. No, no; I'd have you go out and hold the door, cousin; or else my father will come in again before his time.
Mons. I will, I will then, sweet cousin.—'Tis well thought on; that was well thought on, indeed, for me to hold the door.
Hip. But be sure you keep him out, cousin, till we knock.
Mons. I warrant you, cousin.—Lord, that people should be made such fools of! Ha! ha! ha! [Exit.
Ger. So, so:—to make him hold the door, while I steal his mistress, is not unpleasant.
Hip. Ay, but would you do so ill a thing, so treacherous a thing? Faith 'tis not well.